(2013)
I’m not angry with you. I am hurting, and as usual, I don’t know why. I don’t know why I cry
I come to the village well today, though without a need to drink. My worldly thirst now quenched, with home and hearth supplied. I am here to fill a deeper vessel
Are you the one I have no words f… Are you the one who seeks the space between these lines? I used to think I’d know you inst… Now I don’t know anything at all.
Listen. There it is. The hum of perfect silence at the centre of all that is, and isn’t.
I gaze into the bleakness of the e… engulfed by a sense of futility an… I am like the man who keeps fishin… though he knows the river is spent… I cast my line into the milky pool…
He’s been around the block and even toured the world, with scars upon scars to show from many a hard-fought battle. Yet like many old dogs
I cried again today, and I did not die. I even know why it is I cried today. Because the truth
Not a poem. I hurt; like a Frankenstein monster. Iron fist. Unrelenting.
What lingers within me is ancient… prepared for the worst of all poss… No matter how deeply I rest while… it’s forever awake, coiled and rea… It seems to be from before there w…
I commit myself to God; sometimes, not often. I believe in God; sometimes,
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I fear this tempest might cost my life.
Cast adrift in an unknown sea. By my pride. Alone Missing you,
It was in those early days when everything seemed technicolor there was that explosion only inward then nothing
Seems no way out, but deep within. There’s a resonant voice calling from the depths of my being; I am not what you imagine me to be…
I was seven years old. I approached the priest in earnest… “I want to take the lord Jesus in… He instructed me to kneel and pray… A week passed.