The Monk

In an airport waiting for flight, surrounded by others also waiting for flight, none of us present in the vast glass and steel sprawl, all of us already on to elsewhere, I saw a young man who did not look the part, sitting stone settled and still in his suit and blue...

The House of the Soul

“If you would understand what I am, know this; all that I have said I have uttered playfully, and I was by no means ashamed, thereby. I danced.” Jesus Christ The Acts of John The house of the soul is a mansion. There are no walls in the house of the soul,...

Poetry Is Useless

Poetry is useless. It gets nothing done. builds no houses, makes no sales, raises no taxes, organizes no cities into grids of streets and avenues, cannot drive I-94 from Chicago to Detroit, clears no snow from a winter storm, fixes no faucets, removes no tumors,...

Undeserved Praise

The Effusive Donald Trump   I am so impressed with the technological and political prowess of Joe Biden and the Democrats. The organizational skill it took to purloin  81,283,098 votes for a 51.3% majority across the states and numerous county Boards of Election, not...

2 Travel Haiku

written in Kennedy Airport waiting for a flight to Athens, Greece April 21, 1993 crowds coming, going a city waiting for flight arrive and depart whine of jet engines the language of flight birds fly silent wings