Sin (onym)

Power and powerlessness are not mutually exclusive. (11/22/96)

this moment between

today exists between the regrets of yesterday and the worries of tomorrow that which may or may not await around the bend looms larger than that which is near at hand i am even after being so long on this journey unable to be present to the present out here in the coolness of a…

Trespass

I came to the woods and the mountains seeking solace for my soul, and found my way barred by stumps, chains, and red-lettered POSTED signs. I walked down the rock-strewed road, and for a moment, before I stepped across the boundary into the National Park, I was a trespasser. Then one man’s land became everyone’s….

Sphinx

I don’t like you. I don’t like the way you wear your hair. I don’t like your infatuation with the color black; The way you smear it on your lips and wipe it across your eyes, The way you wear your dress. You wrap it around your pale skin like you’re some kind of a…

The Plan

Okay, this is the Plan. We must determine what plan we will be planning to use to implement our plan. Once we have a plan that has been planned and we have planned to implement the plan, we will plan to put the plan into action. If the plan is not implementable, we will plan…

Reader Ship

Rainy Monday. Drops land in staccato rhythm upon the AC in time to children voices reading, soft and loud, but listening to the librarian’s request for gentleness (with each other and the books). The energy of good books elicits the energy of young readers. Puzzle books are popular, little fingers trace crooked paths. So too…

A Triad of Koans

Koan 1: I observed, “The candle in the narthex is leaning.” I replied, “Better a crooked candle than one that is not lit.” Koan 2: I said, “The squirrel sits on the apex of the roof and speaks loudly to the world.” I replied, “He is not silent.” Koan 3: I said, “I smiled so…

When You Are Away I Am Lost

When you are away I am lost. It is a strange thing this feeling. I was single for so long and you would think after five years with you I would be used to your absences. Yet the opposite is true. I stay busy so I do not worry when you are in the air….

Prisoner of Birth

When the night is anxious and her hard cloak weighs heavy on me, I am a man whose desires swell in the belly, who is not privy to the time or place of their birthing. Body weak, mind made useless by moving down reluctant paths to places where I do not wish to go, thoughts…