A light is cast about thy sunny face. My heart erupts at what thy sight imbues. Thy mind abounds! It sees a blighted space And transforms it into unending hues. The theatre is blest by thine auspice. A cyclorama shaped to shine so bright. Thy shades of blue reflect upon the ice Of God’s fairContinue reading “Sonnet 6: The Light Painter”
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Sonnet 5: The Orange
On the path where I walk there is an orangeWhich lay, five long days now, moldered, more fringeOf peel and rind than fruit; acrid, citrusStink filled air, with I it’s only witness. Surprised was I no creature dined the snackBefore rot took it, yet as I looked backAt the human intervention I knewNo thing couldContinue reading “Sonnet 5: The Orange”
True Words
I have been meaning to tell you that there ain’t no meaning. Meaning “no,” ain’t there? That you tell to meaning, “been, have I.” I have been. Meaning: To tell you that there ain’t “no.” Meaning, Meaning, no ain’t there, you tell. To meaning been, have I. I have. Been meaning, too. Tell you, thatContinue reading “True Words”
Look At Your Hands
I have lived on a farm, not just visited. I have trudged through great mountains of pig shit, pled With a damn milk cow as she stood on my foot For four gallons of sweet cream, as white as sand On Ozarks levee. I have made salt butter and cream cheese, pressed The cloths of thin whey, and drank theContinue reading “Look At Your Hands”
Hymn of the Human Form
The Human form is Nature.As Natural as a bird builds a nestAs a fox digs a denAs a mother knits a blanketAs a father builds a skyriseBeside fellow men, for Human formsWho weave their Natural lives
“A Social Kind of Privacy”
Office work weren’t always in cubes.Got Rob Propst to thank for that.1968, and he built walls for workers,Walls for focus, walls for barriers. No Friends beyond a wall. Walls make Enemies of outsiders. The 60’s was filled with walls,An Iron Curtain, still not enough to keep the fallout,‘Cause Vlad Putin thinks we need another war.Continue reading ““A Social Kind of Privacy””
Le Guin, Dear Mother
It was Spring, 2001, when I first truly met you.Your maps, rich with names I couldn’t read,A magic that spoke to me, your words so trueThat I could not help but know the power of a name. When I was gifted the magic of words, they were yours.I saw your wizard, his journey and tears,Continue reading “Le Guin, Dear Mother”
Elegy of the Midwest
He who do, does.He who don’t, don’t.Really, simple as that. He who is, was,he who ain’t, ain’t.Why argue ’bout it?Take time with it,the meaning a does.When the doing ain’tdone, it becomes don’t.No matter what it waswhatcha meant by that.Y’all walk along thatdivide, of what itmeant, or why it wasmeant for them who does.Life grows oldContinue reading “Elegy of the Midwest”
A.C. Moore Sonnet 4: Singularity
The first infinity. Compressed zeros,A point of mass finely pressed in the dark.Between stars and milk spilt in the cosmos,God’s toolbox works gravities endless lark. There it is, beyond that far horizon,The enthroned singularity, hidden.In the shredded matter, quarks and bosons,A force, by which even light is ridden. Hidden. Indeed. We see only partlyVia math,Continue reading “A.C. Moore Sonnet 4: Singularity”
Place of Our Own
A Villanelle I want to buy my wife a home,But they are few and far between;Instead we lie beneath the loam.We bought a car, reflecting chrome,But Uncle Sam came with a lien.I want to buy my wife a homeAway from our nation’s dry bone,Where we can live and find the means—Instead we lie beneath theContinue reading “Place of Our Own”
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