What if you took a picture

Of darkness?

Consuming fire

A black hole

I feel it each night

Monstrous darkness

Cavernous midnight

to creeping light

Knowing inexorable evil

Stalks the world


Wisdom’s Poem

J. and the kids helped me edit the villanelle and that sparked a fit of creativity.  S. wrote this and I told her I would put it on the blog, so here it is–

I hurt, I cry

I cry

People ask me why

I say I

hurt in every way


and tomorrow

I have sorrow.

ain’t no thomas ain’t no plath

What if I could trace your face across a sea?

It’s lines so fine its depth so dark

I would have to call you back to me

Through a door unlocked with single key

contrasting light and following arc

 You grasp my arm I am no longer me

A prison, a cell, a flush of birds set free

A wild wind of night, boats embark

Upon a perilous, knifing sea

You call across the wide abyss to me

I follow your voice to its pectoral mark

a baying wolf beneath a savaged tree

A man will die alone in agony

before the sentinel hark

Of moan and groan, solitary monotony

In the end we see, we see

A whip, a wail, torn face through dark

all that was meant to be

All this done, all done, for me.

You and I know

but You more than I…

(that whole omiscience thing)

that I thought it would be cool

to write You into a novel

respectfully asserting that You would remain

nonfiction, as per usual

but in Your usual ironic fashion

You wrote me into Your story

making me nonfiction instead.


I am surprised when people depict You

with eyes

or old man nice

really?  I think, trying hard not to laugh

it would be like calling an earthquake a rocking chair

or a hurricane a light breeze–

stick drawing the Infinite

failing to see

the real You

shocks me

because You are always there.


people talk about religion

and i think, who cares about religion?

It is You, always You

lighting up the sky


I know You do not mind when I talk familiar to you

but I know Who you are

and am in awe.


write me

into all of Your