One can be beat or one can learn the beat
And dance the rhythm where the hold is sweet.
For the vice, the yoke, the bond holding time;
Is any one’s always just me and mine.
So hard to call Continue reading →
Oh, this living without is so within Memories alone call the horses home; Breath, ever-breathless, rides a longing wind. They’re gone–my Love, loves, my dogs, comrades, too:
Daily companionships once close at hand,
Gone in obits and places far away. Continue reading →
My house is full of everything imaginable.
Plus a few extra strange things like really old books.
And the gas, electric, water systems are filled.
My fridge is full; even have money in the bank
That comes regularly like the Continue reading →
I’ve decided to be simple today
And say only what I can say today.
Today’s my day to be myself all day
As if I simply-really know the way
To breathe and keep the death sentence at bay.
Oh, my Continue reading →
[In West Milford WV there is a little street, off the main drag, called Paradise Lane. One imagines such a place where such as Buber felt the reciprocal BOP touch of hand and horse and “found” his concept of Continue reading →
I’ve been to Heaven, been to Paradise–
Strolled Elysian Fields holding Love’s hands.
That Eternal Now of All still alive —-
Family Fluxions of Angel Wings,
Chalice-stirred Overflows of Communion,
Alchemic Elixirs of Continue reading →
To Sleep and to Wake — that’s the Magic Game.
I can’t now conceive of myself as dead
As each morn I wake-up still much alive
From a sleep that augurs some night the last.
We chance our gambol where Continue reading →