children, days, shamrocks,
the beers I put down with you,
hours 'til home, three more exits
thrice more round the turntable
All tagged Poetry
acts 17:28
in him I will live forever,
move,
and have my being
Be My Brother
You, somebody’s son
You, somebody’s father
You could be my brother.
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shell game
sometimes on hot days you still get a whiff of hope
“Ditchdigger” (a paraphrase of ideas)
However, although I see variegated realities, I still choose favorites.
This: the maple tree on the river.
Simply to Make Lists
There is great and solemn joy in the mystery. To all the spoken and word-upheld world, I say: be.
Working with Sam
Filling the chasms and low places
That inevitably gape between
Two souls.
Otherness
O holy Christ, your voice is stronger
than the torrents tempting us to take
the earthy waters; human potters mold more vessels
but you call us
Call and Response
do you trust the gifts you're given?
neither do I, yet we both risk the touch
Astonishment
That in your endless quest for progress,
you would cultivate astonishment.
O Soul, Await
His poetry came into my life at a time I desperately needed it - heartbroken and reeling, going through my own crisis of faith, I did not know how to put into words what I was experiencing.
drag & drop / dec. 28th
the backpack fell off in the sand
and it was too dark to pick it up again
Study on Loss
it is astounding,
it is grotesque,
that nature abhors a vacuum so.
Watching a Child
She shares more secrets: both of joy and pain,
with turtles than with them.
Emperors of Dust
We are all emperors of dust.
Landscapers of circuitous paths.
Thinkers of recycled thoughts.
Come and Go
The airport fills with leaving,
but the leaves in Austin cling.
second august (i would that you were)
if you were here
because i am choking at my desk
firstfruits
they told me they didn’t want my blood.
the ink (got up north, then carried south,
words carved deep into my heart over winter
etched fresh on skin before
rendered me unwanted by more than a few