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A fever of stingrays glide by,In the endless ocean silence,A boneless fight for survival,Pursuer or prey their guidance.

A child’s father stands firm,On life’s field of no return,His morality unbreakable,From which we all can learn. Defined by personal agency,Like an eagle flies the sky,Endurance without arrogance,And willing to sacrifice. To draw upon his courage,A perseverance we honor each day,Our spirits open to channel hisFierce heart that guides our way.

Too much, too muchof a sunny stroke,It’s too long,Wasteful nimiety,Flying crests of colored smoke,Once young, andcharmingly different,Now, dulled by too much.Too late, too late,Bedraggled with rain and rock,The lines are too wide,Leave the good,Just leave the good.The lucent light,Sullied by the weight of it,Is gone.Too hot, too hot,Vacant sand lots withdiamond screens and scatteredsquares ofContinue reading “Factitious Perfection”

I walk the cobblestones of Queen VictoriaStreet, rubbing the black soot from mybloodshot eyes while whisking awaysnow-like flakes from my flat cap.A stench claims the road beside meunder a souring color of gaslightthat flames a golden fire, not yet pinchedby the lamplighter’s snuffer. The bomb’srubble crunches under my shoes,as my ankles stir thick grey fogworkingContinue reading “London Fire Watcher”

Of the bird that swoops gracefully,Bathes sweetly in my fountain,Cackles at my window loudly,To wake me up too early. Of winter snow that cleanses me,Raising hopes with new waters,To become a sweet messof mud and grime. Of gray bearded grandma’sunconditional love,The smell of tobacco breath,That soon turns my head. Of my beautiful children,With pink cheeksContinue reading “Of Blessings and Banes”

(For my granddaughter, Josephine, who aged out of her best friend) Goodbye little silky,My fuzzy warm friend,There, when I was born,And there to the end. I loved that at night,You kissed my cheek,And held my hand,As I drifted to sleep. You made me feel safe,From shadows of the moon,Under the starless skies,And the dark ofContinue reading “Best Friends”

I laid on the ground, face uplooking into the black and white sceneof two people hovering with a blue skyhunched over them. One was a reporterwith a big 1950’s vintage camera; she snappeda button twice – phuff, phuff,the pregnant bulb flashed and hissed.I wanted to cover my eyes butmy arms . . . they wouldn’t.TheContinue reading “The Reporter”

The island has known carefreenights of youthful moons,of storms when windsroll throughwith white tippedwaves of ocean blue. The island hears shared whispers,‘tween lovers in the corner boothunder the leaky thatched roofof amber-like strawas they sip coconut milkstaring through puppy eyes. The island has taught us to speakin the rhythm of Pahu drumswatching girls gently swaytoContinue reading “An Island Night”

Sound waves of thunder roll,‘Fore bolts of lightning flash,Tocar las campanas de Cristo,In gongs of wringing crash. Fill yourself with sights and sounds,Of nature’s propitious display,The fearful wonder of spectacle,Among gauzy clouds of gray. To whom do I owe this honor,But a viator from heaven beyond,The stage play written for me,Then from the sky abscond.

I search for something I cannot see,Something missing but nearby,Something non-spatial;palpable but atemporal,I am mad to possess it!I hunt for it like a falcon, confident in my flight,Searching with sharp eyes, in swinging swoops,ready to strike.I search with a curious stirringof emptiness; yet I am full – of nothingas my talons grab hold of air,butContinue reading “To Possess Nothing”