and their children
(2013)
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.
“Don’t say anything!” spoke the shadow in the doorway. I was seven years of age. I lay limp upon the couch, still recovering from
You think you know me, that figment dancing in your mind’… You think you understand me, that puppet dangling from imaginar… You believe you know what’s best f…
Not a poem. I hurt; like a Frankenstein monster. Iron fist. Unrelenting.
Way up there on that hill of yours; that most hard-won ivory tower. Hiding there behind your perfect guise
If I could steal you out of time, there would be no place to hide. I would finish what was started when you left me here to die. It’s not vengeance which I seek,
A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,
Sweet Mary Jane bade me follow where she led. I went eagerly. She was my life’s one true love. All the others,
Listen. There it is. The hum of perfect silence at the centre of all that is, and isn’t.
Forgiveness? Not on your life. My life was stolen from me. For what?
Here he comes again, riding tall upon his hellish steed… Dead eyes red, charging straight towards me. No joy in that demonic laugh,
I humbly bow before your tender me… for no other reason than I’m sorry… As I listen to my old pal, Leonar… crooning out his holy tunes, there’s a message sounding clear
What is this code that we agree up… but dare not ever speak in words ? That mysterious unspoken-ness looming where we choose to gather. It’s sure we must be seen to know
The old priest gazes out upon his… each head bowed before the sacred… A scarred and broken bodied warrio… seeking inner peace and final abso… An elderly wealthy man of commerce…
I was surrounded by many desperate, troubled people. There was much drinking, drugging, and violence. Women were being bought and sold,
