Poem: The last time I saw him

The last time I saw him I was defiant, “Children always love their mothers more,” I said to him while looking in his eyes. The last time I visited him in Maryland I took my 6 yr old son to meet him for the first and maybe the last time. He had been telling lies…

Poem: Landscapes of nostalgia

Walking through the city With earbuds on when everyone Looked like iClones During the iTech invasion I felt ancient modern With an imagined sword Worn like a guitar on my back Jeanne D’Arc in the darkened subway My eyes doubled a second layer of vision Timed to music objects became more rare I was a…

Poem: is it you?

  https://unsplash.com/@eddyvanduijn For Spencer (This poem was written September 5, 2003, revised 1/12/19) How many more must leave? ben david and now steve How many more must I love before all good byes are over? How much more do I have to offer? How much more hope is left? Is this what it’s all about?…

Poem: Waiting for god

I don’t want to go away or be a good brave soldier I don’t want to say or hear a treasure speak my final wish and throw Excalibur to safekeeping in find you later again and again and again tomorrow endlessly approaching full of promises of not yet. I’m not sleepy why must I nap…

Poem: Past Centuries

I was Half Welsh Half French centuries ago sorrow accused of being a witch because of gathering flowers by moonlight’s glow. Villagers stoned me hurled rocks against bone I was seventeen then somehow managed to survive even though they left me brutalized and unconscious. I was always innocent thinking I could help a natural scientist…

Poem: Mother, a tortured love song for you

Whenever I reach out to her she attacks with compliments dipped in erudite daggers poisoned with innocence. She was always child-like insecure and so am I too ruled and ruined by ridicule. We never left childhood because ours was demolished both of us miserable intellectuals as children caught in the voracious gauntlet. We were geniuses…

Poem: Because of Love

  I was angry with you, Even though you’re dying, Angry because you’ve stopped trying to live. I was angry before I knew You are dying So am I slowly, mysteriously who knows when I can’t hug my child again. He’s what keeps me in this sad world. He’s what makes me want to live….

Poem : Bodhisattva

I love when people smile Unmistakably god is in the smile and tear light and revolutions orbiting chance. *** Do what dolphins are gliding new waves alive sparkling bright sunlight sight laughing into oceans swimming is their home. *** Limitless acceptance of life is letting go of everything but love is hope and you are…

Poem : Writer Ingenue

A Writer Ingenue is always youthful truth because of daring and from the blue red thumping rose the heart of coming home ghosted and reanimated more than eternal times since the beginning since the very first last time *** I broke starbursting tears I was thank you for who i am beginning again as your…