Category: Poetry

  • Previous Harvests

    Previous Harvests Scribed on the fine parchment of memory are the summers of previous harvests. Long tables are full of heaped bowls, breads baked to a fine crust, jellies and jams wobbly in the best dishes, a must for the farmers; men who had come to levy up the huge bales of hay or to…

  • Resolution

    When I talk in terms of quantum theory, of parallel worlds, or the profound effect the invisible has on the visible world,  it was not going to have a name for me until this year of 2015.  But a different head was mine from day one. Yet in the late 60’s when the tsunami went…

  • Moments

    Moments Our moments were tender, those moments over coffee and whatever cheese Danish I could find. . . . We loved those times, free wheeling we said, as if cares of the day had faded from our lives. . . . No need ever to apologize for  moments stolen from life’s busy encounters. They were…

  • Born To See

              Born To See You ask, how do you do it to see what you see? And I say, my heart pools in my eyes and I weep with the poignancy of love. I see the generations who have worked the fields and the August sweat that poured off brows to be wiped by the…

  • A Journey Of Note

    A Journey of Note With these, the words of my language and pieces of my heart, are memos of this journey to the top of the mount. It was not easy and I cannot say for sure how long in years the trials have gone. It consumed a private life as dogma was pulled out…

  • At Her Bedside

    At Her Bedside  She would not last long, I thought, frail as she was, lying there with her eyes filling.  She said, they are telling me that the only way to get off is to step off.   She made circles with her hand while she lay in the bed, as white as the sheets she…

  • Dreamed Into Being

    His hand came down on the table with a thump!  If anyone can create a world, he said, you can!  I knew nothing about world creation but this Philosopher-Lawyer son of ours who gifted me with his conversation hours into years as he returned home for treatment of his health issue,  led me to new…

  • Papa, I Plead Now. . . . .

        The Strange Bequest There was a man, a slim man, whose head was bedecked with a white cloud and whose eyes saw dreams he could not articulate. He sat one day staring into space and when I questioned him, he said, ‘I am sitting and watching the grass grow.’ I hesitated far too…

  • And They Believed

    And They Believed It has been said with anger that I set the bar too high for mere mortals to scale. It was not for them the bar was set but for me, to rise as high as the immanent god had deemed for me. I could not know that they would try to jump…

  • What Will You Do?

    After reading more  on quantum physics and  the holographic universe,  coming forth are poems from the past,  my linear past, that are in conjunction with work of mine done recently.   I was not prone to think in times simultaneous,  but by having dated my written work,  there is an alliance with both prose and poetry.  …