Tuesday, September 2, 2025

Pining for pinnacle

Pining for pinnacle
Unsatisfied base camp
What is above the clouds
A pure purpose or stamp

Growth feeling incomplete 
The sharp pointed pin oak
Wanting for greater round
The wheel and not mere spoke

Saturday, August 30, 2025

The golden light is here

The golden light is here
The unwatched time ladled
Given in a breached rush
Unbreakably cradled

Tinged in melancholy 
Reminder of breathing 
Wisdom wet paint again
Composition teething

Thursday, August 28, 2025

Can you hear the ocean

Can you hear the ocean
It’s under our same sky
Shall we surprise it with
A youthful step and eye

I will always help you
A potter’s cup with rain
Look, the soil is changing
From brown earth into grain

Standing on a hydrant

Standing on a hydrant
And feeling eight feet tall
Staring like a statue
Into the great time wall

Prisoners, MIA
Weeping for the soldiers
Vietnam casualties 
Heavy on my shoulders 





Wednesday, August 27, 2025

The pylons are falling

The pylons are falling
Conversations repeat
Our words without guardrails 
Loosely in the front seat 

Darkness is descending
Restless legs are pumping 
The battery and bruise
The four wheels are jumping

Monday, August 25, 2025

No break in the storm clouds

No break in the storm clouds
Are they from thirty-nine
How have we allowed this
When we had every sign

Hatred in a heyday 
False narratives prevail
Diversity in camps
A wanna be they hail

Sunday, August 24, 2025

A yesterday again

A yesterday again
The clouds and light the same
The music echoing 
In some faint lost refrain

So many souls alive
Across these years now lost
Their hearts are in me both
As tattoos and embossed