They think it is the ancestors
The ancestors breaking through

Irish eyes are smiling
But what am I to do?

We went to Wetheral
All 3, not just 2

I'll never really know
But I'll listen long for you.

5:07 a.m.
Birds singing

Long ago
Basketball

5:08 a.m.
Cease clinging

Shunyata
Wetheral

    Call.

the mysteries, myths, and madness
religions bring to be

I’ve searched and sought my whole life
acquainted with all three

the Sacred is confusing
I sense but can’t quite see

misty morning starlight
River Eden running free

I now have my secrets
And my stories still to share

In London and in Dublin
With strangers I did dare

I wish she’d contact me
And show me she’s aware

I’ll whisper in her wind
Things hidden, holy, rare

T.S. Eliot said
True poetry can communicate
Even before it is understood

She responds
It doesn't have to be understood
It's a kind of shared privacy

She sent my wife an email, dear reader
Call me curious
Call me.

The mist on the River Eden
Bicycles. Sheep. Two cops.
We're back:

             Krop Kun Kop

Unable to be happy
Hot and sticky sweat
Some cannot remember
I cannot forget

54 years old
Falling, falling, falling
River Eden, Wetheral
Hearing London Calling

Tired, solo sadness
Still USPS
When I disappear
Near her wedding dress

                Guess.

Not understood till later
If ever understood at all
mist in the lonely mountains

        River Eden, Wetheral
                 (hey y'all)

It's a horror story world
Death stalks each and all

Cool now in the air
I like the rain in Fall

My youngest read tonight
Distant Wetheral

My youngest read tonight
Tomorrow basketball

The rain is comforting
Softly does it fall
Buddhamind in Bangkok
River Eden, Wetheral

              Hey y'all

Michelangelo
No friends at all

Niagara near
The waterfall

Silence is
My only call

Tearing down
The Border Wall

Small is great
Great is small

Her hair and eyes
Do enthrall

No hope today
But basketball!

the purpose of the artist
is always to deepen the mystery

so said Francis Bacon
from the pages of Irish and English history

I do not disagree
(and I told her his feet were blistery)

but in this disenchanted world
it would have to be in a list for free:

                          Wetheral - Cambrian
                         Book of Kells - Burke
                          Corvallis - Farrington
                          Backstreets - Dziedzic
                            Carrboro - Greeley
                       Wake County jail - Sallyport
                                   Hitch Hikin’ etc ...

Dublin, Corvallis, London, Wetheral
Tales to tell to one and all
My muse Ms. Meek in La Florida mall...


                          Waiting.

Reading C.S. Lewis in Florida
Several decades ago
I traveled twice to Oxford
Oh! That Narnia snow

Went to Poet's Corner
Royal Albert Hall
Took the London tube
River Eden, Wetheral

Aslan on the move
Hagia Sophia
Orhan Pamuk
I would like to see ya

Don't read Lewis anymore
Do read Tolkien twice
The Once and Future King
Breaks the Queen of Ice

               Very nice.

The Tube from London to Oxford
           Wetheral nighttrain
               Cambrian mist
                  River Eden
                    Calyx (C)
                      Q rain
                          ....
                            .

Thomas in the Matrix
The time comes to return
No need for *******
My soul within me burns

One pill makes you larger
One pill makes you small
One train from lost in London
My sons in Wetheral

One quest that still continues
I do not give up
Trappist 1, Midnight Sun
I miss that Quayzar pup

            Yo dawg, what's up?

I have delusions about women
Fantasies and delusions
Animals after all
Cruel. Though some are kind.

I had a dream in Charlotte
She helps Bob endure
I too saw Tokyo
I wanna travel blind

Meek is a Scottish name
Just saw this on Wikipedia
La Florida is Spanish
What we seek is what we find

Witherell is English
Comes from Wetheral
Running River Eden
London Calling where we dined

               Turkish coffee

grateful I laugh, anguished I weep
     in Wetheral I wai the sheep
               now my need
                     sleep

The man with moonlight in his hand
Has nothing there at all
The priest is surely right
Don Quixote Wetheral

But the view is whitelight glowing
Radiates my soul
I rest and keep unknowing
Don't think. Just look. Behold!

The heavens hallow holy
The church. The grass. The deer.
When I die, grassy knolly
Whisper in her ear:

               Aqui. Aqui.
        He loved you hear.

Just an amateur
I don't write for money
Ben Shapiro is a racist
Steve Martin is funny

Very little influence
Almost none at all
Took the train from London
River Eden, Wetheral

                 Hey, y'all!

Once I was a teacher
Now I'm just a dad
Cycling sunlit Stockholm
Best time I ever had
Coleridge bipolar
William Blake gone gently mad
My sons in Wetheral
See Sweet Sir Galahad

               Egad!

Will I rest in peace?
Hard for me to know

Dublin pubs do sing
Seattle cedarsnow

The four of us in London
To Wetheral we go

Alex in Tucson
Batman Chicago

      Overthrow!

Wetheral in eerie fog
    River Eden running
          identity they wish to see ...

               for me - genuine mystery.

Tokyo to Kyoto
Upon the Shinkansen

In Wetheral we return
Although we've never been

Socrates the wisest
Of all ancient men

Knowing he don't know
Rey saved Kylo Ren!

You can't please everyone often
Some you can't please at all
Women surrounding your coffin
We four in Wetheral

Solitude has benefits
Quiet in the night
Moby **** mysterious
The Albino Whale truly white

Monks in the rain in Bangkok
Som tam for my lunch
Lifelong wrestle religion
Only just a hunch

Hong Kong has the harbor
San Francisco has the bay
She has beautiful *******
Carthusian monks still pray

                Vale. xie xie.

The Guardian is good
London overwhelming

Oxford's twilight beauty
Wetheral: no telling

Flew back then to Dublin
A bit later to Seattle

Now I sleep all day
No job, no hope, no battle

          waiting.

We arrive in Wetheral at night
I wai and whisper, we’ve returned    

mystical the mist, River Eden sight
time now for time to be unlearned

Warsaw saw war, but now we do not fight
They ask identity, shock in my mind burns

Precious days, then the Irish flight
Perhaps psychotic, perhaps sacred silence
                      My soul churns.

At times it's soul depression
No hope at all
Memories of the Baltic Sea
River Eden, Wetheral

Bangkok at night
Thailand, Land of the Free
A kiss upon her breast
Tears quietly

At times mystic flight
Maybe one for the ages
Moby **** in Charlotte
I keep turning pages

              7 Sages

I'm religiously obsessed
Not good for practical life
Thinking thinking thinking
Apartment messy small

Mystery in Dublin
Mystery in Virginia
Mystery in Corvallis
Mystery in Wetheral

But also mental illness
No real way to tell the difference
Bipolar brings psychosis
And elevation tall

Now it's 37
Sometimes 72
Grateful true for John
Peter more than Paul

          Coming Fall

Compassion and lovingkindness
Chesed in Hamlet? No.

Mist in Wetheral
Seattle cedarsnow

Immortality for others
The gift we cannot know

Life comes from death
As above so below.

The night has come
Shadows on my wall

Oxford, London, Wetheral


            Hey, Ya'll.

Get what I can to Alex
Get what I can and disappear
The meaninglessness strikes twice
I step back but do not fear

Rainy Night in Georgia
Rocky Mountain High
We might meet together
In the sweet bye and bye

We might fall apart
Never to meet again
The artist is in his work
His love is in his friends

Not understood till later
If understood at all
Satellite Beach, Florida
River Eden, Wetheral

              Hey y'all!

Academic superstars
So quickly are forgotten
Churches full of ignorance
Lonely as the rain

Deer park in Nara
Deer on my drive home
Just to talk, my dear
Take the bullet train

A few poems
A few movies
Sleep till 3
Basketball

DC to London
London to Oxford
Oxford twilight
Wetheral

     All Walls Fall

cell phone shock in Wetheral
         River Eden - we come to call
                   sheepfold, misty garden wall


                            Catteleya!

The British Empire did Expire
Hey nonny nonny

The American will too, how do you do?
I miss my aunt Bonnie

My love is prehistoric
Happened before the Fall

Alas, alas poor Yorick
Mortal after all

        Love live Wetheral!

Not much counters the grandiosity
The little way. Small ball.
Horton and the speck
Tea in Wetheral

Boat leaves from Tunisia
Argentina aeroplane
Don't like Jean Paul Sartre
Do like Purple Rain

Do like City of Ember
I stare into the Fire
Deepest dark December
I hold and hoist her hire

Fantasies that don't come true
Dreams of Other Worlds
1 week in Santa Fe
Extrasolar swirls

              golden girls

The man is both kind and crazy
John Singer Sargent on his wall

I'm unemployed not lazy
Tryin' to help. Hey ya'all.

Is my life meaningless?
And when death closes all

Take my sons to the beach
And then play volleyball

               Wetheral!

If you don't read the papers
You'll be uninformed
If you do read the papers
You'll be misinformed

But I hold out hope for the Guardian
I was twice in the UK
She drank Turkish coffee
Royal Albert Hall

Took a train north
River Eden, Wetheral
Watched the Two Towers
Saruman does fall

Gerard Manley Hopkins
Oxford after all
Kingfishers catch fire
Sprung rhythm enthralls

I still hear London Calling
Mr. McCartney. Paul
Heard him live in Baltimore
Sweet Loretta Modern at the mall

                        Right, y'all?

All I hear is silence
All I feel is sad
To escape America
The Land of Violent fads

I liked Copenhagen
Hotel room was small
Lunch in Malahide
River Eden, Wetheral

Lovely Uppsala Cathedral
Cycling Gamla Stan
3 days in Vienna
3 days linger on

Not much money now
Not much happiness
2 green lights
1 black dress

                No Yes?

The sexlessness would be easy
If I didn't like women at all

But those long haired beauties walkin'
Good God! Good God, y'all!

The nights are growing cooler
Summer fades to Fall

She's like September wind
River Eden. Wetheral.

         La Florida call.

It ain't over yet
I'm down but not yet out

Mystery in Dublin
Book of Kells devout

Mystery in Wetheral
The cop and my cell phone

The mystery of silence
When I'm all alone

  Bangkok. Taipei. Rome.