I am the milky way staring at itself from one limited vantage point. Insignificantly significant as a slight imbalanced equation at the beginning of space time.
What I always wanted to Say . . .
What I always wanted to say to you lied underneath lake pebbles. What I always wanted to say got tangled in water lily roots. What I always wanted to say … Continue reading What I always wanted to Say . . .
The Parable of Snack Time
The toddlers at the child care center I work at giving me many reminds of very old life lessons.Here is one, I call, the Parable of Snack Time. “Snack time!” … Continue reading The Parable of Snack Time
Strength in Fragility
Anansi wove man from stardust spun spider thread an empty egg sack waiting for countless suns to fill it. Steel breaks where Anansi pulls taunt against gravity yet each fragile … Continue reading Strength in Fragility
Fourth of July Poetry
Tomorrow marks another milestone in Dragon’s Den’s history. As many in the US know, tomorrow is the Independence Day — the day each year we celebrate the signing of the … Continue reading Fourth of July Poetry
Candied Time
I’ve sweetened you with Monday’s trepidation pouring out crystal powdery drop drop drops I’ve laced you with Tuesday’s exhaustion slicing up yellow bitter crop crop crops I’ve stirred you with … Continue reading Candied Time
Edited Poem: Creeping Silver
creeping silver traces names onto gabbro walls preserving our present presence before the black gash as miraculously precious LEO BERT ABRAMOSKI ROBERT JOHN ACHAS JESSE RODRIQUEZ ACOSTA RAYMOND ALVIN ADAM … Continue reading Edited Poem: Creeping Silver
I’m late for my Weekend posts so…
Have a crude drawing of a dragon…
The Summer of Crows
A thought, brought on by the morning chorus as sung by a neighboring murder. The summer heat crept into my window, driven by the calls of crows. In a large … Continue reading The Summer of Crows
Editing A Life
Five years or more packed
into cardboard boxes,
shipped across three
states inside an aluminum
truck, carried by friends
into a one bedroom home.
And as I unpack
those years
I let more
& more
go.
The Literary Dragon 