Thursday, June 4, 2020

edge

pulling up tight
rusty VW bumper "riding the ass" of an F150
swerves - horns - fingers n'fury out on the roads

parking lot brawls
hauling lone golf clubs outta the back seat...to get the message across
left over heat
from a near fist fight in the granola bar aisle

cities burning
masks hanging on rearview mirrors
blue glove in the ditch

we are
on edge

Sunday, March 22, 2020

saint's prayers

just a thread
 a thin one at that
a torn shred of hope:
thinking about the saints
praying over this one

i too offer up mine
a tiny offering
one robe
one bowl
one tired monk prayer

peace

Saturday, February 8, 2020

canines


shih tzu, twin pomeranians,
and romping sheepdog paw prints
 scattered all over
 the de facto dog park

from deeper in the forest
  coyote tracks cut straight
  through the new snow

Saturday, January 25, 2020

Whisk(e)y Nights

delicate highland single malt
swirling in Glencairn glass
rich flavour layers
touches of peat and oak
sweet Scotch warmth
measured
savoured

...other times
it's a generous pour
of Jamesons
in a kitchen juice glass

Wednesday, June 12, 2019

monk strength

sure there's the resolve
of early morning sacred duties
prayers for each of you saints

then there's the raw rooted
knotted deep farmer strength
days and days
of raking, chopping, laying
up garden wall stones
yeah monk muscles
under these robes

Tuesday, June 4, 2019

a monk's heart

early morning bells
 up quick
feet on the floor
like any zen monk or marine

prayers, scripture readings
"devos" we used to call 'em
basement workouts
sweat glistening on my shorn head
  driveway hoops

whole pots of coffee
sitting or walking with my temple dogs
maybe just standing in the woods for a spell
strumming open chords,
cold beer


night time fires
Irish whiskey in a Scottish glass
moving through the Beatles catalogue
sometimes unbidden Johnny Cash tears

   sure there's pills
   tucked down deep in a bottom drawer

but I'm "doing the work"
serving
speaking life
hopefully being excellent to each other
complaining less
even (thoughtfully) not giving a fuck

anything really
to keep my heart above water

Friday, May 17, 2019

tight

things are getting tight
roads widen, ditches deepened
trees cleared for new houses...
...mansions in this case

fox has to wander up close
skirt the edge of the monastery yard
edging his way home
through the remnant woods