When God Comes Home
lay in the alley behind the preacher’s house
alone in a pile of dried leaves
between two ole beat-up trash cans
cursing God and dad and life
planning out how to kill myself I did
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Standing Naked
I would tell you I did not ask for this gift but that is not precisely true Far more accurate I suppose is that I did not trust Life enough…
Today I shall bury myself
I Something inside me has to die I realize in the two AM blackness for something new to be born perhaps you know the feeling you don’t know exactly what…
Enough with Theology—at Last!
Tell me please, dear soul, when you walk upon the Earth do the soles of your feet touch your mother with your heart? And when you walk with this love…
True Confessions—Two Beating Hearts Drumming as One
I heard tell last night from a woman who lives in my heart the two of you were talking and discovered you each know me “I think he would say…
Where Trees Kiss Their Shadows
We did find a tree and her shadow to sit with
Me and my shadow I mean
If we can but be large enough of heart and mind for a time
Oh—there are so many things I want to know but today I am moved with a fear and so my curiosity is small and narrow I want to know—How can…