Category Archives: Poetry

— We went, Across the green hills of Alabama to a breakfast in Birmingham, On the red roads of Mississippi saw the house of Elvis in Tupelo, Skirted the corner of Tenessee and over the river at Memphis, Through the open fields of Arkansas on 412 until route 63 north, Stayed with old friends inContinue reading “across america”

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heated water, i’ve deemed priceless, shower, tea, oatmeal, and steam, rising up off the lake, and over the concrete bridge i cross on my long commute, during which i try to decide, what things are truly valuable; hot water, —

In two of the classes I’m enrolled in, I am subjected to weekly, online discussions in the class forums. It’s a sort of underground where faceless accounts trade ideas down the lines of comment threads. Last week, a discussion topic got rolling about whether or not our society is “too far gone”, corrupted beyond hopeContinue reading “a poem for the prophets”

“Communion” They’re all coming up the aisle eagerly, Red dress, navy shirt, Blue blouse, black skirt, Sisters – brothers – saints – neighbors, — And the music plays: “I dare not trust the sweetest frame, But wholly trust in Jesus’ name,” — An old man slowly staggers toward the bread and wine, Then the youngContinue reading “Communion”