Poetry Friday

FEAR OF THE FUTURE In the end one simply withdraws From others and time, one’s own time, Becoming an imaginary Everyman Inhabiting a few rooms, personifying The urge to tend one’s garden, A character of no strong attachments Who made nothing happen, and to whom Nothing ever actually happened—a fictitious Man whose life was over […]

Poetry Friday

THE FAITH The sea so deep and blind The sun, the wild regret The club, the wheel, the mind, O love, aren’t you tired yet? The blood, the soil, the faith These words you can’t forget Your vow, your holy place O love, aren’t you tired yet? A cross on every hill A star, a […]

Thanksgiving

Once again, it’s that time of year … time to sit back and reflect on all that I am thankful for. I continue to rediscover my love for the bicycle, and while my mileage still isn’t where it was several years ago, I was on track to match (and likely surpass) my 2009 mileage, and […]

Poetry Friday

THEY I wondered what had happened to the chords. There was a music, they were following a pattern. It was an intention perhaps. No field but they walk in it. No place without them, any discretion is useless. They want a time, they have a time, each one in his place, an endless arrival.   — […]

Poetry Friday

WORDS AND THE DIMINUTION OF ALL THINGS The brief secrets are still here,                              and the light has come back. The word remember touches my hand, But I shake it off and watch the turkey buzzards bank and wheel Against the occluded sky. All of the little names sink down,                              weighted with what is […]

Poetry Friday (a double dose)

TO MYSELF Even when I forget you I go on looking for you I believe I would know you I keep remembering you sometimes long ago but then other times I am sure you were here a moment before and the air is still alive around where you were and I think then I can […]