Poetry & Prose

A woman slips into masculine waters, swims from here to there, swims a long way - away. She wrecks the water with desire, busy with achievement along the way, muscles beg stroke by stroke the anthem of ache recorded in neglect . . . No time to luxuriate in buoyancy,...

Is = BEING active  

ONE Don't be casual with a poem. If you want to know a poem, commit and move in. TWO Don't tell a poem what it says. Listen to what the poem is saying. THREE If the poet and the poem are both speaking, listen first to the poem, then to the poet. FOUR The poem is not...

This is me. This is my car. This is me in my car. This is my car in me. This  car is my me,

Episodes in a television drama series  begin with the word: ‘PREVIOUSLY’                      a brief remembrance of things bygone, before the characters go charging into what will become the next episode’s past requiring a new - 'PREVIOUSLY'...

What we want is the freedom to incarcerate ourselves in our own opinionated penitentiary.

In modern life, it is hard not to do two things at the same time, at least two, maybe more. Doing one thing takes concentration and doing one thing well takes practiced skill.

Today, July 4, 2024, we sing the birthday song to our "sweet land of liberty."  The birthday present we gifted ourselves is a fundamental crisis. I say ‘gifted’ because on each birth anniversary we need to remember the labor pains of our national birth. Realizing how...

The wrong way to pray. Before God, to put yourself before God.