On Sundays We Go to Church

I leave the church, and I wander for a time through the chaos and the fire. The world that I knew, that I remember, is gone, like years had passed while I was still within, where time remains still, while the world moves ever onward, onto a hazy red rapture, always steady, never slowing, eating…

Sunday Night Blues

It’s not the moon that brings the Sunday night blues, It’s not the stars that bare these old scars. Keep me from falling asleep, ‘cause I don’t know what comes after, And keep the light on so I see, for I fear the night might swallow me. Oh baby, don’t leave my sight. Speak softly,…

Seeds of Dandelion

The rivers sing the odes of the ocean, and the breeze the lullabies of the trees. The winter sun remoulds the frozen figures of the night, and the mother shapes the child with her endless love. The gentle voice and touch of a beloved fans the glowing embers of a heart, and the love ignites…

Not So Bad

His life is not so bad in fairness. He has no special grief to speak of, Nor heartbreak or damning sorrow; Sunrise finds him living, and the night, Going through the usual little deaths; His cups and plates are not empty And his road ahead is far from barren; He has love and love to…

Small Hope

After the fire dies and the embers turn to ash, after the simmering blood evaporates into air and all the tortures of the past revives the lost dreams of innocence, then maybe you will see the heart of life when you stare grief in its eyes.

Ballad of a Young Wife

I In the small hours of a wet September morn, round the corner of a dark salon, in a hut with yellow gleaming lights, on the windy hills where birds take flight, echoes the cry of innocent born. Behind the flimsy gaping door of cedar ply, amidst the sting of alcohol and lye, midwives move…

Bildungsroman

As the century wore a new face and put on a different dress, no less motley than the last, A lonely boy between the sticks carried his bag of tricks and looked behind him, holding fast. Soon the walls grew tall around him and boys became men in a world of unforgiving passion, And the…

The Wander of the Android Minsky (from Fargo)

Hurtling through the blackness of space with a trail of smoke behind it, a small spaceship falls towards a pale blue marble. The distant stars blinked as they watched the ruptured metal ship sweep past a red planet as it speared through the blue planet’s thick atmosphere. The sound of the crash disturbed nothing as…

How to Slow Down

The road was smooth, the traffic was sparse, and the winds were cool in her hair. She eased on the accelerator. She wished it was as easy to slow her mind down. In her hurry and the anxiety to get everything done and done right, she never really gave much thought about anything that was…

The Incoherence of Passion (an exercise in verbosity)

He is bound by chafing ropes of dichotomized society—the howling screams of history assailing his resolutions while the serenading honeyed songs of promise and hope keeps him standing on his blistered feet upon the rumbling and tremoring rock that chips away every turn of the dial against the dispassion of the infinite might of universal…