Our Father

Our father who art in revelations,
a crowd of unholy ghosts
suspended over unmarked graves
bouquets of lost souls misplaced
a broken armistice
like empty promises
and some commandments Read on…
Our father who art in revelations,
a crowd of unholy ghosts
suspended over unmarked graves
bouquets of lost souls misplaced
a broken armistice
like empty promises
and some commandments Read on…
Fill the clouds with pale red
Sow the sky with soot
Show me the starving dead
Fed by the angry gun. Read on…
While sitting in the waiting room, I had another coughing fit, which caused everyone to turn and stare. My throat was so sore; I didn’t want to swallow my own spit. Every time I coughed, my ears felt like they were going to burst.
Read on…
The prejudice lurks, a gestating beast,
hate masquerading as faith, intolerance as belief,
while, righteous tongues mouth prayers,
beseeching Him for tax-relief. Read on…
Where some crave eternity,
Deathless eternities
Wrapped in blank aha moments,
They confine themselves Read on…
There’s a pestilential storm
Rising up in the ranks of humanity.
Xenophobic men who don’t know how to stand;
Fear and bigotry make them shout out Read on…
Mighty sun are your lessons done?
Puffy clouds are you done speaking?
Blades of grass is there no class
Where I can learn just what I’m feeling? Read on…
At birth we are thrown, in media res, into the midst of this something that suddenly exists between the two extremes of nothingness, this great tragedy, for indeed it is a tragedy, a tragedy in which everything, even ourselves, even the universe itself, this whole arena in which this tragedy is acted out until its bitter end, eventually dies. Read on…
He became one with the shallow grave
and the empty heart. The grasping,
claw-picked skull can hear the howls
of a Snowy Owl and the song Read on…
The cockroach shuffles through a crowded crossing on a city sidewalk, he has been stepped on twice already. Although he walks with a slight limp, to be honest neither of the shoes (try as they might to smush him) were heavy steppers and the second shoe just grazed him. Sure his pride is hurt, all cockroaches feel they have been given a bum rap. Read on…