
Twilight of the imperative and other moods
How did it get to be so late so early?
Of all that doesn’t happen, this does.
Why?
Toast
Prayers for my dad
Is he warm?
Is he safe?
Is he happy?
Is he free?
Night rider 2
Night rider 1
Leaving
From fear-driven to love-driven prayer
It’s like scooping
oil from water hoping
to save the birds
Eye of God
Scraps of paper plucked from the pocket of my robe
Things I meant to write, remnants of dreams,
notes in my wallet, first lines that actually
made it followed by multiple cross-outs,
new starts on new pages, the opening
now gone as well, all of it collapsing
in thudding rhyme echoing
something I wrote a year ago.
Scratch, delete, rip,
crumple, toss, light
the damn basket on fire!




