Let me be the first
to blame you
for what I have done
Tag Archives: poetry
The wind sticks to the plan
Yeah, well. I’m not sure there was
much of a plan. Maybe just a
direction – or an earnest hope.
And you know how the wind is.
How is it that not every song has been written?
Aren’t there only so many notes?
Midnight longing to do the will of God
My heart swells
like a piece of ripe fruit.
It splits like a lip
How God is kept in the cold
No door was open
for no thought
was given you.
And for whyever
that was,
I apologize.
To the Spiritual Ranger
Love can be the force field
in front of you
and prayer the
supply chain at the back
Conclusions drawn about the tragic shortsightedness of others / Insufficient attention given to my own
Yes, again.
Nights of faith
Well, you have your pillow of stone and
the hip thrown out,
the light in Antony’s cave,
Joseph’s twisting,
Joan’s gloaming,
and a river flowing past
the dead in the ground.
Our neighbors’ tree has died
It seems ominous, an omen.
Whither the leaves, whither the wood?
Goes all, goes all, in this final final fall!
My dad saw Aunt Bess
In a dream
walking with a stick
on a mountaintop.
“She spoke with the dead,”
he said.
“Just like me.”
“That makes three,”
Janke said,
“for you do too.”
And yes, I guess it’s true.
Utrecht Journal 