Poetry

The water and the sun upon the water, the wind from the same quarter and the sky, the blue sky allure me to believe the same time endures between you and I, but that is only me for had I known you lay with him when last I thought you loved me here and now…

You don’t have sixteen thousand five hundred and sixty eight friends. Neither do I. You and I aren’t friends if you need sixteen thousand five hundred and sixty eight strangers between us before you share a word of yours with me or receive a word of mine. It isn’t social. It’s impersonal. If it’s impersonal…

What happened to you? The black horn rimmed glasses, the formless striped pullover, the wedding ring I would have thought you’d wear, the weight I see you’ve gained beneath your fidgeting fingers, what happened to you? Why didn’t you tell me? I would have cared. It would have made a difference, because I do, still…

It isn’t so much they’ve gerrymandered districts so no one they don’t like can get elected. It isn’t so much they’re willing to indebt taxpayers to insure corporate profitability, and It isn’t so much they’re willing to invalidate or eradicate laws made by the people to protect the people or amend the law to defeat…

Why will you not come to me. My longing is so great. Does no one hear in this world or in the beyond? What hollow need is left for me to stroke within my soul? What troubled thoughts lie uncomforted? It is not right of You, oh God of love to be so thoughtless in…

There is a legend. it is not of the Bible, yet it is Scriptural. It is told, not written, yet I write it now. There needs to be such stories. Listen. In the old days or perhaps they were young and ours are old, a people set out by canoe from their land New Zealand.…

I went to a meeting. They read a letter. A member of the club went to the American Cemetery outside Manila to find the grave of his uncle. They found the grave and wrote a letter addressed to the club. It told of a twenty-three year old soldier in World War Two, captured on the…

It isn’t for everyone. Some people spend lots of money and it isn’t for sale. In fact, you get it when you can’t afford it and walk away. That starts the process, the long, slow grind of authenticity. When you come back with the money and you still can’t afford it because the price has…

“What does it stand for?” a woman asked. “It sounds aggressive.” “It is aggressive,” I replied. “It stands for agression against those who started this war.” ♠ The War Party believes all public elections should be conducted by paper ballot only, whether at the polls, or absentee by surface mail. Electronic intrusion in the election process…

There are so many beautiful sounds in the night. There are so many lights in the darkness. So much love fits into the universe of which the universe is only a part. Yes we are dust and to dust we shall return, but we are for now alive and life is the dust of love.…