You watch it fall slow motion terrified of the next inevitable instant when everything ends and you are watching when you realize that no one else is watching and there is no lock to pick and you can just walk out into the waiting world unbreakable or broken already equally free
It’s late and I am tired but I still owe you this one poem I’ve been watching what you read Apparently you want to hear about God and liquor stores Seems like you are the poet tonight You’ve got me thinking on Holy communion The first miracle of our Lord and …
I click my signal, make the turn while my son nearly gasps He’s just read that cars all had cassette decks in the past There must have been some moment on some road when I learned, too that old cars had an 8 track – some format I barely knew Long before that …
It is easy to talk about god when god is an idea like deciding where to take vacation or what kind of pillow gives the best support Even better, let us talk about god as theory, abstract floating fleshless like relativity or the first particle that ever was It is harder to talk …
I am watching a glass break I am thinking how cliches are so often true how time really does slow down after our mistakes I am watching a glass bounce Slow motion and unbroken on the counter like a miracle I sigh relief and then behold my reason to renounce I am …
I can never change is not so different from I will never change
At the end of a long good day filled with family and food screeching kids and barking dogs and endless pots of coffee making conversation from the full caf morning into decaf evening where the leftovers are grazed and then divided Searching for common threads and never straying far from Netflix …
Why is it called Good Friday? my daughter asks over newly baptized Cheerios I want to answer but realize the question is too big I leave it on the table It becomes a mirror turned back upon me Reflecting Reversing Refracting A small mirror with an ornate silver handle and a filigree …
Lucie tells me she wishes she could ride in a double decker bus We are driving a familiar route from home to spring break camp not a double decker in sight My daughter is dreaming past sight I want to tell her I’ve been on a double decker bus just …
If everything is Metaphor For everything Then what of this puppy sprawled on his back Voluntary helplessness Wanting nothing more than a tummy rub from the Master