Monthly Archives: December 2021


4:30 AM isn’t too late to stay up cooking up something.
Looking at a blank screen that is begging for some input. 
Frustration mixed with the expectation 
that maybe something will materialize. 

The fridge calls, 
the wind howls, 
and the cell beeps its updates. 

But where is the actual blank screen? 
It isn’t really the glaring blue screen the burning bleary eyes stare at. 
everything the chattering mind registers as uninteresting and unworthy of poetry. 


What is it anyway? 
You know it when you hear and see it, 
yet a poem cannot be defined or adequately explained.

And poetry doesn’t feel like it’s contrived. 

how many have sat behind keyboards or blank papers or parchments 
with quill in hand, waiting … 

Hours fly by.
Whiskers get heavier. 
The pot becomes rounder 
      and softer.

Coffee doesn’t help. 
Maybe a sedative? 
Impatience settles in like ticks on a mangy dog. 
The feeling that there just isn’t enough time nags you like a dripping faucet. 

But like old faithful, 
the pressure builds 

until the feverish tapping of keys.

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Posted by on December 31, 2021 in Poetry



Blood Orange

from the stocking

to the counter, the razor-sharp knife

slices the head and tail off

watch it bleed, mouth waters

The Christmas house, rooms scented

orange peel and date-pit chickory

sip by the golden regal tree,

starburst section squirts blood-red

red from orange, green, and gold

Big Ben chimes the end, but it lingers

more than the eyes or senses combined

the child shall lead on to the next

whose blood atoned
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Posted by on December 29, 2021 in Poetry



Reading Between the Lines at a Christmas Dinner

edgy like a raging wedgie 
got my shorts in a wad, 
ride over you roughshod 
i can be a clod 
a bull in a china shop 
give you a karate chop - 
so you better stop it - 
it's time to drop it
before i get outa hand 
i blow a gasket 
putting you in a casket 
a-tisket a-tasket 
go to hell in a hand basket 
best not risk it 
don't be a sh*t biscuit 
when my temper goes south 
i use my potty-mouth 
(*cuz i'm low on wit but i'll never admit it) 
opening a can-o-whoop-ass 
yours will be grass 
you better not trespass 
on me, who you can't figure 
i got a hair-trigger 
thinking my boys are bigger
 no tact or diplomacy
 cuz i'm crapulent, 
u see? 
gives me flatulency 
a leaky one
i'm no fun 
tear you a new one 
so yuz better run

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Posted by on December 26, 2021 in humor, Poetry



Christmas Eve 1975 -Haiku

46 years ago
God's love dawned upon my heart
reborn from above
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Posted by on December 24, 2021 in haiku, Poetry



Shepherd -Haiku

God is my shepherd
sheep cannot care for themselves
Ba-a Ba-a-a

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Posted by on December 24, 2021 in haiku, Poetry



Room -Haiku

The inn had no room
born with the farm animals--
Will you make him room?

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Posted by on December 24, 2021 in haiku, Poetry



Withness -Haiku

Christmas is about
the elephant in the room
with everyone now

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Posted by on December 24, 2021 in haiku, Poetry



What Time Is It?

Now is all we ever know
Its frame defines my home—
as the eagle swoops to feed,
I clasp this silly poem.

Centered in my breath—
observant, discovering now—
before & later, I surrender—
unrest, I won’t allow.

Today rotates today
tomorrow never comes
remaining with my timeless now
diminishes problems

Why can't this be my best?
Why can’t I choose it so?
I can — I will — I make it now.
My cup does overflow.

There’s only one thing needful
before all tasks, attempt,
inhabiting the present scope
from where I'm not exempt

I cannot control another
to see life differently,
but I can change my point of view
and from others' eyes, be free.

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Posted by on December 24, 2021 in Poetry




The concept of God isn’t farfetched.

Consider how our technological society is becoming faster.

Now we have quantum computers and artificial intelligence.
Scientists are planning to inhabit mars about twenty years from now.

Science once scoffed at the idea of prayer, seeing it as hocus-pocus or the useless practice of uneducated, powerless people.

They thought of wireless connectivity the same way, but it’s now becoming available worldwide. 5g technology is pushing its debut. So prayer isn’t so fantastic.

Communication with an unseen entity doesn’t sound implausible, or that we can transmit and receive with our built-in wet-ware device is not incredible.

The natural and supernatural prove to be closing the gap between each other.

The physical is the metaphor for the spiritual.


Everything happens with an unseen idea, whether making a chair, chewing on dinner, taking out the garbage, traveling to Mars, using silicon chips to talk to your significant other, or asserting that God is dead.

No matter.

The innate supernatural realm of the spirit is infinitely greater than our most advanced technology.

Everything depends on what we already have built into us.


Posted by on December 22, 2021 in commentary, Poetry, Spirituality



To Catch a Monkey

A farmer’s market and gift shop
shelved with overpriced bric-a-brac
a diversion for a winter afternoon
for two out of tune lovers, present
to their dissonance.

a handmade Amish sock monkey
by its jocular expression
provided an explanation
for the mismatch, for you see
the silly monkey jumps from tree to tree
never content where it is. Maybe
(it reasons) the palm before
has sweeter fruit – but then
sees the one ahead.

To catch the squirrelly thing,
put a sweet in a hollow coconut shell
with a hole just large enough for its hand
to enter. When it grabs the candy, it makes
a fist wider than the hole
used to enter the nut
the greedy thing won’t let go
tethering it to the coconut
chained to the ground.

We bought two sock monkeys.

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Posted by on December 21, 2021 in Poetry