it's a love song |
it's a love song for someone special...if ritual words still hold powersI sing these to the air and deal the stories all way roundfairlyand with grace I sing them as Matins and Nocturns as a field ...
Posted by on Sun, 31 May 2009 00:30:00 GMT |
hands |
hands My hands have seen you, oncenot so near as the breeze,that just now touches your face, ~ the man your hands saw meoncecaught up in amaze silken content garnet in colordraped over whole li...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Apr 2009 20:26:00 GMT |
when first I missed you at gut level |
solitary lunch at osteria del pescatoria fisherman's little restaurant slow rain playing mussels with black furry beards bread dipped in butter wine sauce tastes like your fingersright therenext to t...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Feb 2009 14:56:00 GMT |
for Lori and Chris |
If it were up to meI would ask death to waitfor an October Sundayjust after duskthe seventh game of the World Seriesan hour away.I'd make iced teathe slow way, let it brewtill it was darkas the insid...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Feb 2009 21:55:00 GMT |
Kate's Milk Cow Blues |
it's old and it's bluesy and it was just fun to write... Milk Cow BluesIf you see my milk cow wont you drive her on home I ain't had no milk and butter since my milk cows bee...
Posted by on Wed, 28 Jan 2009 21:49:00 GMT |
in the winters |
that was dark winter when love was othering me watching and denying me when dreams squeezed from my fingers played in the place he never touched where he did not long to gothat was dark winter wh...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Jan 2009 09:58:00 GMT |
today |
This morning I set out to write about why today is important to me. I grew up in Georgia, a state where despite the passage of federal civil rights legislation, public facilities remained segregated ...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Jan 2009 11:05:00 GMT |
in Guernica |
Because the children continue to die...
In Guernica the dead children were laid out in order on the sidewalkIn their white starched dressesIn their pitiful white ...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Jan 2009 09:05:00 GMT |
our grownups |
for Martha& my Sunday morning muse
the church is large
the kneeler hard
and my thoughts cannot remain within cold incensed walls
they tak...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Nov 2008 08:27:00 GMT |
Veterans Day |
I never know how to mark Veteran's Day. It makes me sad.
I always think of my dad and a postcard he sent his dad on June 14, 1949. It reads:
Dear Dad,Arrived Guam today stay here...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Nov 2008 02:39:00 GMT |
