August 21, 2017

I can watch roses bloom

With no envy toward the sun

And see the weeds with no bitterness

In the garden I begun

I can send gifts to the wedded

Though the bells ring cold

And with grace let go

Of what desire would hold

I can belong to this world

Without being a possession

And know...

February 6, 2017

A billionaire was elected president

Leonard Cohen died this morning

And Tom Waits is playing on the radio

Four sheep were slaughtered yesterday

The dog smelled the blood on my clothes

And lately every time I hold a friend

It feels like we're at a funeral

Maybe we are

It could...

January 29, 2017

I always know
When Jess is running the Tea House

I can tell from the temple bells ringing

The throat singing

Inviting us into the room

The candles lit beneath

Carved wooden sculptures

Good people made immortal

Forever holding up their hands

In some holy gesture of understandin...

December 17, 2016

The making of a song

Is the moment

I shoot the arrow

Into the sun

What you hear

Is the remembrance

Of the bow string's sound

When I first let go

December 15, 2016

I have travel plans

To the bottom of Kakariko Well

Sometime this winter,

And I plan on staying there a while,

Listening to those spooky drums

December 12, 2016

Let's explore tradition.

To me, the old song is fruit

On the end of a limb

Of an old tree.

It is picked, and the fruit grows back.

I feel the weight

Of the swelling seed

As the branch bends gently

And I wonder with excitement

In the thought of its taste.

You see, the tree is the...

December 11, 2016

When your heart's ropes are taut

And the words are caught in your throat

As though the thought is stuck

Stubbornly like a rock in dry dirt

And to lift your hand

To stop the falling of an auction hammer

Is a gesture like wind

Blowing a bolt of lightning,

When the well tended ro...

December 8, 2016

While I was in the Library

Finding words that rhyme with ivory

(I've fallen for piano keys)

My friends were outside picking blackberries

While they were weeding the beds of garlic

I was reading a book about farmers

Who couldn't find work

I hope you're hungry my dear,

For I hav...

December 6, 2016


When the house starts to vibrate

In anticipation of the night

And the zucchini, breaded and ready

On the baking sheet, neatly arranged,

Waits for its plunge into the Red Sea

I see Charlton Heston as Moses

Spilling marinara sauce on his red robe

Hoping no one will notice


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