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Buying Newspapers in the Evening
I buy the morning paper at night,close to midnight when the pavementsbreathe freely. I’m like a brisk walker aimingfor less calorie. Everything is availableon the net and I know I am buying history.I love taking walks, after buying what’s leftof the morning papers,...
Dale As I Explain to Him This Weird Thing Called Love
Is love visceral? Is love political?We elect emotions as tyrantsDictating the rest of our historyWhile I hold your hands gentlyWalking down the parliamentOf desire throbbing inside.Do you still believe in democracyOr are we doomed to fiasco?Listen to the waves inside my chestAs if...
Fritz and the Llama
Fritz and the llamaLive in the desert.Fritz waves Hi to a camel.The llama spits at it.“How rude!” says the camel.“She’s my sister,” says Fritz.Fritz and the llamaLive in the desert.Fritz drinks from an oasis.The llama spits at it.“How rude!” says the oasis.“She’s my...
Shadow in the Garden
(Thinking of my daughter on her first death anniversary)
It is a recurring thoughtAs lightsCast a shadowOn a familiar bookIn my gardenOn a restlessEarly morning.
What if she were alive todayIn the era of the unthinkable?
Would she have goneTo the pollsWith me and her sonNow...
Touch me not
Why not, my Lord, after what you’ve done to me,Hurling my heart into the heaving waves off Magdala,Leaving me on the dark shores, empty and alone?And this morning, when there’s no need for today,You come to me again, resplendent in your white robe,A...
Pause for a Moment
The summits of the Pride Mountains are so high that they could not be conquered. Glorious to the eyes but tiresome to caring hearts. And the trails to the Valley of Compassion are now long forgotten. It seems we’re entrapped in a war zone you call Ambition.
Deep, deep within the...
