The unlaced thread

Purplish mist descending,

upending ancient obelisks

as phantoms bewail

the last pilgrim’s trail.

Bitter smell of fresh-cut grass

icy touch, eidolon clutch

infinite emptiness

awaits the fated ones

within the broken circle…


At first sight

Love, born once,

dies a thousand deaths.

Eyes meet,

hearts dance,

flesh burns.

Like chocolate tasted,

love quickly fades

into but a memory.

Eyes tear,

hearts pain,

flesh longs.

Each pillowed night

cries in darkness,

lies in bitter solitude,

only to repeat

till the last drawn breath

gives blessed relief…


Darkness fades as solar flares

peal forth, never knowing, ever-growing

toward a childhood no one dares

seek; sleek as a slick oilspill-victimed duckling

rising from the ashes of humility

who will willingly see humanity’s

search for a sister planet, built to sustain

Judgement Day’s cast-offs,

lest they wrest fate’s finest hour

from the mighty death-grip of power.

We’ll give them hybrids, no more;

let the exuberant soar

on the floor, head tucked between your knees

pleas bounce off His Majesty’s conscience

and the porridge is neither too hot or cold

we all fall into the fold

we all fall into the fold…

You people

I have no desire to enter into the political debate, however recent events have forced me to at least address a singular issue that won’t seem to go away. The horrific tragedy in Aurora, Colorado has sparked heated, sometimes incomprehensible, words being thrown back and forth, as if whoever is on the receiving end is as evil a person as James Holmes himself.

I was just lambasted by an individual outside the United States, condemned as a violent sociopath because all Americans are gun-toting folks who shoot first and ask questions, well, never. Even after my attempts to dissuade this person from his beliefs, I was rebuffed.

Humans are a social species. We require contact with others of our own kind. Ah, but what constitutes “our kind”? If you were dropped into the middle of a jungle, you would run toward the first human you saw, no matter the color of the skin, or religious tilt. If, however, you met that same individual in different circumstances, such as a political rally, and you were of opposing camps, you would inevitably distance yourself from him.

We are a simple people. We all see the world as black or white, good or evil. If you’re a climate change denier, all climate change believers are less intelligent, less “good” than yourself and those with whom you agree. Conservatives are somehow “less” than liberals, if that’s what you happen to be. Yet, if you’re both Yankees fans and are at the park, you’re best buddies.

The point of this post is that I hope to see, and be seen, as more than just a part of a group. We must see each other as a people whose tendencies, feelings, hopes and dreams are more the same than they are different. The future of our society, nay, our species, demands it.


As colors swirl in the tray beneath me

and I feebly lift roller to wall

the memories just refuse to leave me.

I lift the darkness, I let it fall

and repeat till my strength is gone.

My chore now complete

I peak through my tears

pray my sadness will retreat;

instead, the torment still appears.

Reaching for another can, I must carry on…

Bituminary Park

Festooned by a quark in Bituminary Park

buffoons laying low like a luminary lark;

I feasted once again ‘cross the mighty dim Ardennes

never wishing for a secret truce and then,

‘neath the willow wonder thunder-beaks

a hundred other blunder-tweaks

and I’ll ride home again I don’t know when;

lest lavender across count for all their lethal cost

or fiends find friends to face eternal loss,

I can’t predict an outcome yet I hunger for the day

I’ll see the carousel and yell again some other way…