Sometimes we walk barefoot into the forest even though there are snakes in the leaves and sometimes some people still call you “your honor” but we know there’s no honor among thieves In the haze of our days when memory falters and the nights hide the loneliest sins We will carry our sacrifice up toContinue reading “Your Honor”
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Sit with me for a minute
Sit with me for a minute Let us catch our breath before the parade of life starts up again Before the crowd comes back between us and all their noise drowns out the beating of our hearts Before we take off one set of masks and replace them with another let us share a nakedContinue reading “Sit with me for a minute”
Pity The Nation
Lawrence Ferlinghetti was 101 years old when he died last Monday. He was born in Yonkers but is considered a San Franciscan since he made that city his home for the last 7 decades of his life. His father died of a heart attack before he was born and his mother was committed to aContinue reading “Pity The Nation”
Building Palaces
There is no place now that is safe for my gaze No soft landing for my eyes Once things turn hard it’s hard to make them soft again It’s cold enough to crack my lips and fill my lungs with frozen molecules of whatever it takes to build these palaces to winter Continue reading “Building Palaces”
Saturday with Shakespeare
I think it was Shakespeare who first transcribed the immortal question: You want a beer? Or maybe the question was only implied by the imploring eyes of his portrait. As if, on cracking open a cold bottle of beer and taking a healthful gulp, he thinks: Is this the last one? And, if so, theContinue reading “Saturday with Shakespeare”
