Category: poems

• God Plays Pool

  We are born of collision, objects in motion meeting objects at rest, God may not play dice with this universe, but he plays pool, marking…

• Junk Drawer

  Much like my commitment to this blog, my practice of writing a daily poem begins with good intent at the start of each year, only…

• Supply Side Managers

  The man in the interview was trying his best to make supply-side management sound like something you would choose to do with your one precious…

• Unmasking

  Sometimes I hear my neighbor talking to her dog in the yard, and I wait until she goes inside before I take my trash to…

• Spring Planting

  I came to your garden one moonlit night a spade in my hand, and a rake and a hoe, we planted potatoes until the sun…

• It’s Been a Minute

  Things have occurred: wildfires and uprisings and super-spreader events, a few holidays, an election in the U.S. and a bit of sore-loser wilding on a…

• Locomotive Breath

  There’s no solace in knowing it has always been so — the angry mob, the fist and the fury — knowing doesn’t help at all.…

• Package Deal

  If my imagination were not so much a part of me I could write about places less frigid. But I am a package deal. Body…

• No Time at All

  Bodhichitta practice. Slow. No striving. No reaching. We breathe into the heart center and find it armored. Of course it’s armored. We breathe anyway. To…

• Preppers

  It took longer than any of us expected, our children were older than we were and theirs were older still. I remember the fortune in…