Pipelines

November 13, 2016 A poem dedicated to the brave people of Standing Rock pipelines payloads of greed cleaving sacred ground heedlessly penetrating to the muffled cries of Mother Earth we must lay our own pipe with a payload of solidarity connecting across barriers an...

The Angry Exclamation Point

the angry exclamation point, feeling restless and confined, rolled it ’round in his narrow mind and decided he could rule the joint ‘he’s big! he’s strong! he’s like a tower!’ commas, periods, all agreed ‘a sign like this is...

The Reluctant Lover

sleep – my reluctant lover – resisting my embraces through the night only to pull me back into her arms in the harsh morning light

The Optimist

the optimist dishonest voices hover like a poison cloud above the noisy throng primal brains respond. lips begin to whisper the unspeakable yet… in a world painted gun metal gray my vision remains awash with color I want to live and without a dream I will surely...

John

December 8, 1980 John, your soul is a beam of light shooting across the universe while down here we twist and writhe in the straight jacket of our grief will we? can we ever Imagine again?