Remembering our fishy days inhaling water and salt yesterdays and yesterdays ghosts their stench of death on everything hearts that cannot beat Breathing in water Breathing in salt Memories that never were projected on our retinas stories misunderstood lost in translation slipping through the cracks Breathing out water Breathing out salt
My newest poem is dedicated to the men and women who made the ultimate sacrifice in defense of this land. It is up to each of us to guarantee it was not in vain. I emerge only to resubmerge In the land of grand romance and lies Of three-eyed fish and one-eyed men Of timeContinue reading “This is the land”
Let’s go dancing through the minefield one more time or drift through a veil or two of consciousness. We don’t need to live to tell the tale. This tale will tell itself in a language without words or sounds or pictures. This tale will tell itself with light.
The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom. William Blake The intense pleasures of youth – sex and drugs and rock’n’roll – take a heavier toll on my body, my mind, and my spirit with every passing year. One of life’s easiest traps is to repeat actions that once brought pleasure even afterContinue reading “Excess”
The air is cool but the sun feels nice Angels observe from a discreet distance But there is no way to hide benevolence Any more than I can hide my love The breeze is soft but insistent Rest, it says, but not too long Eventually I will have to move I will have to returnContinue reading “The Inevitable Sky”