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I can taste before, with such sweetness
that spring.
Although at the time, all I could feel was the rain.

Now, I savor this late-August evening;
an over-ripe plum
so full of life, that it withers.

What’s left will ferment
into a blissful potion of past
to be sipped on in winter—
God willing,
To warm and illuminate my flesh, for a moment.

Impermanence makes all things gold and sweet.

So here I am in this late summer evening,
trying my best to savor the flavor of this hour,
so in the winter, I can sip it again…

And when the winter passes,
and my drink is done,
I hope these words live on,
in some other, relative youth.

So that he, or she, or they, or what have they
can remember to savor this day—
and hold tight to tomorrow...

Knowing that this too shall pass,
and the juice of today will ferment by tomorrow.
Feb 24 · 18
More Love Feb 24
Deep in every eye is a soul—
And there is only one like that.

And every word spoken
Is a human attempt,
to convey the complexity
of an utterly unique human experience
never to be felt again.

And our bodies contain—
for a moment in time—
the power
to create life.

And when we pass,
life will go on
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More Love Feb 23
I am human
and I have lived, and breathed, and seen...
and fallen and stood,
and loved and lost.

And I seek.
And I seek.

And I breathe, and I look, and I live.

And I live.
And I love.
And I see.
Sep 2020 · 39
The passing of summer
More Love Sep 2020
Once the summer passes,
It’s really gone.

Never to return
In that particular, summer flavor.

So sweetly savored—
Or perhaps eagerly consumed,
Without a moment to enjoy...

Tides have come to rise and fall
Over familiar sand lands

Many suns and moons
have shone upon the shores

Children have laughed,
Mothers have rested.

Ice cream has melted
Down sticky hands.

Hot, starry skies
Have nurtured romance...

Life has bloomed
And as it appears-
And nothing has died.

But when summer passes,
It’s really gone.

Like the tide, the moon and the sun
Again to rise
In its rightful time...
Sep 2020 · 24
The Workforce
More Love Sep 2020
Beyond the gripes and strife of the fruitful,
we are, the work-force.

Our eyes are dull,
but our product glimmers before us.

We labor and toil
And on our Labor Day

The real laborers -
We labor.

We work.
Because that is our identity
And that is what we do.

Stamped into us like a US quarter dollar.

Our state, our year, our Motto.
This is who we are-

A true representative of the United States.

But on this Labor Day-

When our arthritic hands,
Take a moment to rest,

And our minds pause,
To appreciate the fruits of our labor.

What we have contributed to-
With our finite breaths and beats of the heart...

Well, as for me -
I don’t much like the end product.
Of all this toil and labor.

I don't need a shiny object to observe.
I just want the light back in my eyes.
Aug 2020 · 92
More Love Aug 2020
There are no numbers to the days,
or the words i have written.
Life cannot be contained by
something so linear.

Life is more like a word  -
or a gesture -
or breath...

But certainly not a clock,
represented by digits -
fleeting and repeating...

No, life is more like a dance.
with a partner who
gazes deeply upon you,
and moves you
in ways you could have never imagined.

Only to vanish -
mid dance.
Aug 2020 · 47
More Love Aug 2020
How kind life can be
when she cradles me
as peacefully,
night falls.
Aug 2020 · 36
More Love Aug 2020
The cerulean sky beats with life
And the homes stand still beneath her.
And the trees lift their tender branches,
Wet with morning dew,
Toward her vital hue.

From my window
I watch life wake.

Another day.
Aug 2020 · 33
More Love Aug 2020
Gray pours over everything
Covering life with dust.

Of which I was made,
And which I will return.
Aug 2020 · 26
More Love Aug 2020
Rip the white off these walls-
And let me see what lives behind it.

These white walls stare
As I, their specimen
Strive and struggle
To remain alive
Within this sterile container.

From wall to wall
I travel each day
Searching for a hole,
Or a crack to escape.

I exhaust, rest and repeat
For what may be

Weary, one morning
I lift my meager fist
To that cool, flat surface
Ready to tear it down.

Only to understand
In that courageous moment
That there is a door nearby.
May 2020 · 38
More Love May 2020
How foolish I am to push
As though blowing against
A strong and howling wind
Hoping to turn it around
With my weary breath
So I can forge forward
Without such resistance

Time has revealed,
That my power rests in waiting…

For the moment the breeze
Matches the direction my breath
Allowing the wind to carry me

Feet grazing over the ground
Effortlessly floating
In the direction I seek

My breath feeding the breeze
That moves us forward together

Knowing with my flesh and my feet
And all that is vital in me
That supported by the wind
I can go anywhere,
And by my own means,
I can do nothing.
May 2020 · 219
More Love May 2020
Marvelous splendor
The eyes delight
God’s thumbprint upon
This magical sight

She wears herself
And nothing more
Standing true
In her natural form

Beauty is,
Not symmetry
Beauty is
Simply to be

God made you, you
And nothing more
So wear it proud
And wear it strong

There is only one you
On the face of this earth
And someone out there
Can see all your worth

Without you changing
A single thing -
Your beauty is in
Your true being

So let your light
Shine through today
So God can delight
In what he has made.
May 2020 · 74
More Love May 2020
Alas, Spring is here!

A fine young woman
Hearty and young
Full of life

Plump and fertile
With pale white skin
Pink cheeks, lively eyes
And brown curls around her face

Her arms are full
With flowers of yellow and white
And she carries loaves of bread
In a sack on her back

Children skip behind her
In streams of laughter
And she leaves a trail
Of petlas on their path

She wears a halo of sun
Above her full face

And a flower crown
On her soft bed of hair

She breaths warmth on the days
Melting mornings like butter

And when she cries, it rains
And the town becomes silent
Giving room to the boom
Of her sorrowful roars

And when it is finished
She sings with joy
And the birds chime in
And the grass lifts
And horses drink peacefully
From a nearby stream

And the sky outpours its light
Affirming all will be alright

People rush from their doors
To observe the spring fair
Enjoying her celebratory visit
As the earth opens up,
To give way to life.

And when she leaves
Ever-so-quietly one night,
Her sister comes knocking,
Early in the next morning
With her fire red hair and safari eyes
Jumping and dancing and kissing the moon
Summer has arrived-

Followed by father autumn,
Whose quiet power
Sways life from the trees.
And mother winter,
Who brings comfort and rest
With her blanket of white.

Till' again spring returns
And all the world rejoices
At the arrival of their favorite guest,

Generous and humble
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More Love Apr 2020
Silent streets beckon,
Wide and empty, like an open hand
A gentle pull back to before

When summer heat
Danced from the streets
Melting time like Dali’s clock
As the night sky poured out her stars
Into our eager and open eyes

When opportunity rushed in
On autumn leaves
Sweeping out the old
In a blue sky breeze

And curtains burst open
On a crisp winter's morning,
Revealing a portrait of white
In a wide and timeless sky

When alone
Was just a seed,
A fantasy of youth,
Yet to reveal
Its perfect purple pedals,
Only to the moon

And racing feet
Kissed the dew
On tender springs buds
Bursting with life.

How gentle a time,
It was to be young,
When all four seasons were ahead.
Apr 2020 · 55
More Love Apr 2020
Today is one day
Just like the rest,
But unlike the others
It is here

Unlike tomorrow,
It holds the promise
Of existence.

And unlike yesterday
It provides opportunity
For change.

Today, her majesty
Is all we have.

When we salute her sunrise
And give way to her glory.

The shadows of yesterday
Come to rest
And the worries of tomorrow ease

And today opens her royal gates
To let in the living.
Apr 2020 · 42
More Love Apr 2020
I am wrapped up in yesterday,
Tied in the knots of my heart,
Bound by my regrets of the night.

Restless, I am,
Eager to escape to before
When it was evening
And there was opportunity
To do right

But rather,
It is morning
And i am trapped in the pit of my chest
A prisoner to the night
Without a chance for change.

Let a single ray of day shine upon me
As I sit in this pit of mourning.
Let it warm the fibers of my heart,
So they grow loose
And I can step out, into the day.

And let me say sorry,
By how I live
Apr 2020 · 33
More Love Apr 2020
If I were to paint this grief,
I would use the sky as my canvas,
And it wouldn’t be great enough

If I were to sculpt this shame,
I would shape a new universe,
still too small to contain.

And if I were to sing this pain,
It would rumble the earth
Rise the tides
And shake the sun out of the sky

If I were to write this regret,
I would use every word,
In every language,
But still, it would be incomplete.

Nothing can convey
the state I am in.

The best I can do is pray it
And say Lord, have mercy.
Only you know my pain and my sorrow,
Let your light shine upon me,
And make me new.

Only you know me.
Christ have mercy
On me, a sinner.
Feb 2020 · 46
More Love Feb 2020
Trees in the breeze
Sun on the skin
Love in the heart

Quiet contentment—
Filled with a subtle hunger
For what tomorrow will bring

Knowing, without thought
That everything will be ok.

Nothing wrong,
Nothing right.

But everything
And quietly-

And full of pleasure
In what rests ahead.
Feb 2020 · 58
More Love Feb 2020
The sky is heavy,
with moon to-night.
Pregnant with moon,

Soon, tomorrow will come --

A fresh new day,
Full of Light
and Life.
Feb 2020 · 217
More Love Feb 2020
I am my father's daughter

Let me rejoice!
For just a breath,
In the simple truth

That this is enough.
Feb 2020 · 114
Persistence - 2
More Love Feb 2020
Half way
Presents two choices
Easeful - down
Or challenge - up
I think I’ll take the ladder.
Feb 2020 · 54
Courage - part 2
More Love Feb 2020
Every challenge offers nectar
if we are willing to enter
the flower of pain
for the juice it contains.
Jan 2020 · 54
More Love Jan 2020
As time fades
the light of omnipotence
into dull hues of frailty

I turn to God, instead.
He will make it all okay.

As my mother did
When, as a child
I crawled into her arms
And all my troubles went away.
Jan 2020 · 77
More Love Jan 2020
It is far more challenging
To return again

Than it is,
Simply to stay
All the while.

Despite the trouble
This staying contains.
Jan 2020 · 46
More Love Jan 2020
I imagine
As a fountain,
Always running...

Regardless of  
the thirsty, poor -
- always taking

Always pure,
Regardless of corruption,
from the ignorant,
innocent youth.

We have all taken
what is not ours
and given
what we should have
kept to ourselves.

But forgiveness,
in her faithful way,

Never stops
producing more
chances to
Jan 2020 · 151
More Love Jan 2020
She leaves,
And he stays.
She takes,
And he gives.
She strikes,
And he endures...

All the while seeing
Her loving,
Tender ways
Despite this - temporary -
Jan 2020 · 39
Resentment - part 3
More Love Jan 2020
I am trying to imagine
What freedom is.

I think it is vast, and serene
Like a painting of rolling hills,
Green pastures and open blue skies

I think it inspires movement
Like a dance
With a smiling partner

I think it tastes like fresh water
On a hot summer day
And feels like water, too
Like diving in a pool
Or swimming in the sea

These ideas
Are my liberation-
My freedom

My mind, free to imagine
Dancing feet
And the lively smiles this motion evokes.
And the miracle of water,
That somehow makes all things new.

I think today,
I will dance and swim
And drink fresh water from a stream
From this cell, in my mind.
Jan 2020 · 125
Resentment - part 2
More Love Jan 2020
Lord, release my heart
From this cage it’s in

I need to breath
Fresh air

I am full of fire
And resentment

Encased and surrounded by the past
Which has become my present
And my future

Unable to change him,
Loving and tender.

He cares for himself
And I, foremost for him.
Jan 2020 · 44
More Love Jan 2020
Will there always be something to stomp over?
Will there ever be more than a glimpse of time when this agitated soul of mine -
can settle and rest and in ease?
Will this being, of me, always be looking for more..
Or trying to escape?

Why can’t I be more like my grandma -
Simple and humble
Enduring and strong
Gentle and caring
Quick to forgive...

Why must I cling so tightly to my pain,
As though without it i would be lost
How can I learn to just put it down and rest -

When i am angry enough
To tear down the walls around me
And become a beast
Capable of destruction

While all the while
I just want to stop
And smile…

But i can’t
Not truly.
This smile is flat.
A weak attempt to endure, like Nanoo
And forgive.

But it is beyond my capacity,
And I need space-

So i do not destroy
Everything around me.

How much pain i have endured already
Waiting and clinging
To something wild, untame
Lashing me forward and back
Without rest or pause
I am exhausted
And still attempting to hold on
And tame this beast-

And at the same time,
I am ready to match him.
To let go, and face him head on
A bull fight.

For although I am tired,
I have grown strong from all of this holding
Back and fourth -
Up and down.

A moment of rest -
Then jolted awake...
I’ve grown agile,
And quick on my feet.

But how much longer can I endure?
I am tired.
And angry..
And stuck...
Between letting go,
A sad surrender.
Or holding on
With the gentle hope
That i can survive
As I grow older,
And my muscles decay
Will I be able to hold on?

Or will I be thrown vigorously to the ground
After years of battle,

Tired and broken,
With nothing left to hold on to.

Why can’t i be more like my grandma?
Simple and humble..
Enduring and strong..
Dec 2019 · 171
More Love Dec 2019
I have found
That love is
A series of small quirks
That one finds endearing
By either familiarity
Or novelty
Or a delightful combination of both

And the challenge ensues
When the familiar turns novel
Or the novel grows familiar

And we must learn to love
This strange new series of quirks
All over again...
Dec 2019 · 155
Growth (part 2)
More Love Dec 2019
So long I’ve been searching
For me.

And finally I see,

I am a wall
That knocks itself down.

And using the pieces,
I build a new wall.

One with a window.
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More Love Dec 2019
Pain is never wasted
So long as she
Gets her point across
Dec 2019 · 70
More Love Dec 2019
why does it feel
on this dark and dreary day
that all light and love is beind me
lost, faded into air
into nothing
while before me
everything is as dim and heavy as this moment
when only nothing exists
Dec 2019 · 129
More Love Dec 2019
oh what a weight, us humans bear
on our frail bones

we all know alone
and how heavy it is

no-one can carry alone alone
and at the same time-
no-one is there to help.
Dec 2019 · 277
More Love Dec 2019
Walking through water
doesn’t seem so hard
til' you've done it so long-
you just can’t go on
and so,
you sink.
Oct 2019 · 376
More Love Oct 2019
his feet drag
too weak to lift
he shuffles to the alter

patiently waiting his turn
to receive the body
of Christ, his savor

head down
back arched like a cane
brittleness pronounced
in every step

his life, lived
he simply waits
for life before him

when his turn approaches
he crosses his arms
across his sweet chest
and bows his head
unworthy to receive

yet a blessing lands upon him
and fills his empty, humble spirit
with a restoring light
of Truth
Oct 2019 · 69
More Love Oct 2019


she says
with her gentle, open glow

she says
to the bee
resting calmly as he enters

she says
to the people passing by
who pause to enjoy
an optic gentleness
and scent affirming
that life's purpose
is to live

and when the sun fades her pink
into warm shades of brown
and her nectar runs dry
and people pass her by
without pausing to delight

gently and humbly
she releases all of herself
petal by petal
into the earth
Oct 2019 · 66
More Love Oct 2019
weightless white snow
lays a blanket of peace
over all of the earth
as music sings
in soft whispers
across the globe
Sep 2019 · 154
More Love Sep 2019
"I didn't mean to ignore you" she said both genuinely and proudly.

Dually proud.
One, for her ability to evoke emotion in him, through her simple act of nothing.
And two, that it had been so very 'nothing' to her, that she very genuinely didn't know she was doing this act of nothing.

Ignorance, ignoring...
What’s the difference?
She was innocent.

Regardless, she moved through the circumstance
Something like a maverick
Cunning her way in and out of his heart...

Stitching it up,
a poor repair,
one that was soon to rupture again
surely worse next time.

But the remedy consoled him
And imagining her essence
hazily around him,
he fell into a dreamy slumber...

Until the next time she awoke him
with her jolting and revolting
Chilling and thrilling
Weary, weary...

Sep 2019 · 258
More Love Sep 2019
Back hunched
as wheels spin
spitting pebbles
back on his shoes
******* tight
with soles peeling off
from so many steps

90 degrees
hot summer morning
8 am

same time every day
white shirt buttoned up
sweat insulating
his paper skin beneath

Hands firmly gripping the handles of his walker
with the same determination
that he has for life

not letting go

morning after morning
buttoning that shirt
tying those tarnished shoes

and down the hot and busy road
against the traffic and the rushing young
whose fleeting eyes somehow miss
this pure dart of life

Gaze fixed upon his target;
the next step.

He proceeds...
Aug 2019 · 163
More Love Aug 2019
When we grow old
And our bones become brittle
We will remember
The trips and falls
The scrapes and the bruises
With a proud smile
Of the strength we once endured
Aug 2019 · 263
What it was like to love
More Love Aug 2019
Rushing waters
Of trust

A blurred,
Deep gaze

The graze of a hand

A glance
A note
A smell
salty skin

Sun in the face
Yawns and touch

Holding tight
In the black of the night

Wishing for eternity
Then, wanting an end

And together was done
And tomorrow came
And we went on alone

And somehow survived
This bleak, white world
Aug 2019 · 82
The Exchange
More Love Aug 2019
She sat
Cross legged
Somehow assuming
the shape
Of a taught
bow and arrow

Palms resting open
White and fleshy,
As leavened dough
Before her womb
One over the other
In a tender gesture
Ever so still

She breathed
In and out

And her lips
Came to a subtle smile

And she looked beautiful there
In that peaceful position

And in her top, left palm
Was a cherry
Black and ripe
Ripe enough
To emit an aroma
That would travel
All the way up
To her creamy face
As she breathed it in
And enjoyed.

Its inner beauty
Leaving its flesh,
To be consumed,
In her delight.

While all the while
Her plump and tender hands
Cradled the fruit
In its full integrity

Consuming it completely
In peaceful pleasure
Receiving its life
Without taking
a drop of its juice

Perched there,
Upon a cushion
Serenely smiling
At the paradox
She contained

The fruit of life, giving
And she, receiving
Without taking
In return.
Jun 2019 · 70
More Love Jun 2019
Looking back
I can see..
how deep
and how true,
my love was-
for you.
Jun 2019 · 134
More Love Jun 2019
You’re there, still
When night comes.

A faint and dimming image.

But alone, I am
Unable to feel,

You have become a thought.

Because together,
We built these walls

To keep us apart

Yet still,
we are together.

In this fragmented,
Tormented way.

Alone, at night
Jun 2019 · 117
Spring evening
More Love Jun 2019
My heart beats slow
On this blue spring eve
Silence hums in my hears
As I continue on
This gentle, winding road
Jun 2019 · 157
More Love Jun 2019
A flower
Red pettaled
with a soft yellow face
Rests flat, wilting
on a chipped white windowsill
In the city

Picked by a thin woman
On a warm summer night

she had walked by many times,
And never once noticed
Its becoming hues of red and yellow

But it always noticed her,
Straining its yellow face
Upward To watch
Her graceful gate

And the way her skirt
Delicately danced
Like flower petals in the breeze
As she walked by

But that evening
She noticed

And she adored it
enough to take it home
Perching it purposefully
On that warm windowsill
In the city.

And there it rested,
Horizontal and high

Window open,
Warm breeze coming through,
Gracefully receiving the day,
In its final hours

Enjoying its new perspective,
Finally looking down,
rather than straining upward,
To watch those great human giants,
Busily walking by

And feeling its physiology degrade
it smiled inside
consumed by the wonderful new sensation
Of lying down

Enjoying a final rest,
And a new view
as the world rushed by

Resting, just resting
That all was good
And all was right.

As life slowly faded away...
May 2019 · 215
More Love May 2019
She wept.
Curdled upon the disjointed planks
Of old mahogany wood
On her cold bedroom floor.

She watched the empty air
Swirling specks of dust
In a perfect dance, afloat
Before her blurry eyes.

Each particle contained
A glimmer of light
That informed her,
Day was near.

But still, she sank
Beside the bed,
That contained
The essence
Of them--

Words, softly spoken
In the black abyss of night
When sound and sensation
Triumphed over sight.

The timelessness they spent
Within the vortex,
Levitated & contained
As that enchanted rhythm,
Moved them-

Those raw mornings
When light spilled across them
In an innocent rebellion
Against the sun’s command
To begin the day.


Without an accomplice
She felt no delight
In her meager rebellion
Against the light.

And so she collected
everything within her
and drew herself to kneel.

And then,
Pressing the calloused soles of her hands and her feet
Into that cold mahogany floor,
She picked herself up-

And began her day.
May 2019 · 92
More Love May 2019
I have learned to enjoy the night
As it approaches,
I no longer turn away
to chase after the day that has passed
Running backwards
Against the eternal force of time

In one direction;

I have learned to enjoy the night
No longer do I waste the splendor of dusk
Pressing my meager resistance against it

Instead, I melt into it
becoming one with the dimming day
Everything slows
As the darkness gently fades the lines of distinction
blending all of life into one into one
Under the tender canopy
Of night
Where all is made new.

I have learned to enjoy the night
Accepting the day has passed
Come and gone
And that life,
In that particular shade of day
Will never be seen again
May 2019 · 172
The Tunes
More Love May 2019
In your presence,
Music plays in my ear.

Sometimes the beat is slow, like blues
And it pulls at my heart
Stretching it
Wider and wider
Till it feels it will break
Like the New Orleans Dam

And sometimes it’s fast like jazz
Fluttering my heart and my feet
Moving me in such a way
that feels disorganized
but really, it’s just too complex
for the mind to follow,
given its nature.

And occasionally
There is a slow, peaceful hymn
A solo harp
That simply
and purely
sings us both
into a sleep-like state

All these songs play in my ear
For you, depending on the day
Or the hour
Or the moment
Or the look in your eye
Or the tone in your voice

And given the hymn,
I am drawn to weep, or dance, or sleep

But frozen in space
I wait, intently watching your face
For some subtle indication
That you hear it too…
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