Poems

NOTE: written in 2011, If you were me, I’d be in love with you, but since you’re not, then only I will do. It is my greatest pleasure to be the nation’s treasure. With a citizen like me, the ‘people' need no ‘we.’ I begin my name with ‘the,’ I am definitely an...

The Magnificat of Mary He has ousted the privileged power players                                                   and elevated those with little to lose.  Now he feeds those in former days kept hungry      while those who benefited from privilege wait their turn.  ...

There’s nobody here At the bar at the church The fire's gone out The drinks are on the house, Literally – on the house Blood sticky slick Light through window grime Holy books printed on flypaper, On masking tape, On cinder blocks.. People are talking. Are you ready...

A rain gloom April day. Not taking the weather as seriously as I do, a bird child hops in puddles on the patio.    

The man in the red hat is small, he is tiny and fragile and frail. He is very large, a Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade inflated balloon, a t.v. cartoon a chest full of helium swell, a bloated and bragging, bloviating shell, hair sculpted with self-aggrandizing  jell, ears...

I stand between my shadow and the sun. My shadow moves. I know I am alive. Or the sun is alive. Or both.