Elijah, The Teacher
Elijah, the elder, teaches others—
Or believes he does.
He huffs and chuffs in long sighs
As he prepares for them—the eyeless.
He mutters and nods his head Read on…
Elijah, the elder, teaches others—
Or believes he does.
He huffs and chuffs in long sighs
As he prepares for them—the eyeless.
He mutters and nods his head Read on…
Gene pools interned,
mutations stamped alien.
Chromosomes perfected
along posterity’s belt. Read on…
Thread You
The pastel snow
that never darkens
in the suburbs
plumbs sound out of night:
an errant plow,
rerun siren. Read on…
The charade continues,
Between giggles, swaying hips,
Sips of fine wine,
Shucking down Oysters,
Tearing into prime cuts of meat. Read on…
Neighbor Relations Catching a sunny shade of flush, each pouch of air greets a palm, while whistling into oblivion. The flocks of angels compose the floating wool of skies at the cemetery’s prize. Iris for cornea, the poke of revenge exacts its violence for beings alive: politics over heaven. The blind party of thumbs punch and hors d’oeuvres of deception wrestle into grounds. The diplomat of preemptive strikes grabs attention of foe to farm using foreign toil and soil. … Read on…
My Sabbath Ends Earlier Than Yours
My Sabbath ends earlier than yours.
Faith leaks from the seams; before sundown,
the seventh day has become the same
as the sixth. It is like falling out of love,
God’s glamour dissolves into the walls
of the house, the trees on the lawn, Read on…
Today’s Story Hour
Tooth-fairy agnostics wear calluses
on atheist funny bones.
While the choir harmonizes
spare change with children at play,
the fence-sitting cracks up
a dumpy hump at Notre Dame. Read on…
Cities’ Limits
Faith in death frees the worshipper
from consequence and result. Atheists
dance with rabbits feet and patches,
extending joyful relics ad nauseam.
Monks slobber around china, bumping
against one end of broad daylight
to the other, letting chain reactions
chug at the ends of their lines. Read on…
Climbing through grassy
meadows and up a switchback
trail, her calf muscles protested
as guilt waylaid her, locked her
into a time and place. Read on…
Atheist haiku…
nothing is out there and wishing will not change that be good anyway. t
he sky wearing stars a billion years of the dust that comes to be us.
things that don’t exist things that are invisible what’s the difference?
Just because it’s there in the pages of a book? Harry Potter lives! Read on…