Saturday, December 31, 2016

prayer - 4

early Christmas baby
too new to this world
in this cold day light

tuck her up tight
cradled behind
this guitar neck
as gentle chords ring

prayer - 3

 - some would say trudging
down the forest
valley path
light snow
dusted robes

heavy white boughs
a monk on bended knee
offering winter prayers

Friday, December 30, 2016

prayer - 2

a few more steps
through the cold layers
deep icy snow

pause  - pray
enfolded deep
in bending
hemlock boughs

offering a moment
not asking
only abiding

Thursday, December 29, 2016

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

early morning sounds

of spinning vinyl
and fresh
hearth flames

soft gentle
distant background

Sunday, November 6, 2016

on lost brother, and fathers

gone lost
to the beyond beyond

missing brothers
brothers missing
their fathers

so much more
than diminished

it is missing
every word they
don't write,
every song they
don't sing.

Here at the monastery we've lost a brace of brothers, and fathers.  We've decided to take practical action; in the hope that it'll be the answer to prayer.  Us monks love music, so we'll try to use this vessel to raise funds and awareness to save the lives of brothers, sons, and fathers.

Please check it out, join, support, and pass it on.

Friday, October 21, 2016

on rain falls and flames

waylaid sunrise
a "rain fall warning"
dashing all hope
of morning light

lamp flame smoulders
flickers quick
sparks to fuller life
with one deft
venting in sweet air
and sweeter light

Tuesday, October 18, 2016



oh this cloudy lens
peering up and away
through galaxies
(200 per they say...)
counting and measuring
from this most dim


boxed in tight
bound in matter
absorbing energy
locked in space
creeping in time


older than God
-yes us
we are older, aging
He is "I am"

Sunday, October 16, 2016

on demons

demons linger
outer edges of parks
deep in the woods
right on the crossroads
or under basement stairs
for generations
if needed

once they're forgotten
they'll  slither out
with their
ancient dusty tricks

the problem
with demons
is that they
don't get bored

Sunday, October 9, 2016

a third way

high road  - low road
it isn't some dualism
to ponder
to choose a path

no big clear cut
sea change
swapping out
religion for rebellion
rebellion for religion

a third way
a middle way
brothers sisters
 a relationship
strong like a
mother's heart
abiding like a
good good father

Friday, October 7, 2016

tiny temple dog

autumn wind
lingering cool breeze
cold isn't a front
just blowing through
no  - not this time

the mice know it
they sneak under the deck
seeking any tiny crack
up under the siding
and in

the tiny temple dog
hears 'em coming
them all the way
back to the wild

Wednesday, October 5, 2016


walking the path
in these heavy robes
in fall rain

doing the work
the tired monk duties
praying, reaching out

the burden
that distance
from God

Monday, October 3, 2016

farm table

boots are kicked off
bit of a jumbled mess really
signs of the rush
to sit up

thick turkey chili
heaped up with barley
and fresh garden spice

washed down
with crisp
farm table ale

Saturday, October 1, 2016

night walk

sun is down
just the slightest
of lingering light
through the white
pine boughs

quick short-cutting strides
through the park
flickering temple lanterns
aglow on the path
lighting the way home

Wednesday, July 13, 2016


with one word - "absent"
and one stern look

I was wandering
a lonely path
thick and grown in
with new ferns
and old fallen trees
deep in the forest
with my old
temple dog

the tired monk

Tuesday, June 7, 2016

New Temple Dog

new temple dog
wag spins
scatters kibbles
across the floor

chases toys
whirling through
of half penned poems

the old temple dog
looks on
ambles back to bed

Friday, June 3, 2016

Light in the Forest

there is light out there
coming through
the new spring leaves

a lost meadow
a deer filled glade
a huge beaver pond stocked
with bass - - -?

the tired monk pushes through
a gnarly hemlock stand

into desolation

reads the signs
 Private Road
 No Trespassing
 Luxury Estate Homes

Thursday, May 26, 2016

a spring walk

striding deeper
down a grown in path
by the dry creek bed

something moves
out in the clearing
just a corner eye glimpse
move in a little closer
peer through
the new birch leaves

a raccoon playing
with her spring kits

Friday, April 15, 2016

tired fox

tired fox
flicking through
the early morning shadows

bone weary
from moonlit stalking
yet sated
on mallard flesh

down deep
in her musty den
as the sun
breaks the ridge

Monday, April 11, 2016


I don't
want to
about it.

let me think
on the lost lyrics
spinning out
of crackling vinyl

no words
just strumming
what you feel
hammered pulled
with vibrating notes

Saturday, April 2, 2016

Early Spring Forest Poem

thick icy drip falls
from white pine heights
gaining velocity

clips a frozen leaf
sending it spinning
moving like a mouse
fooling a young
pouncing fox

the Tired Monk 

Friday, January 29, 2016

winter lights

Christmas light strands
hang down dead n'dim
in the north wind

power flickers
with each cold gust

low rumble
out beyond
the curve
blue lights flash
whirl into view

the county plow
pushing back
 deep snow
 and darkness

the Tired Monk

Thursday, January 28, 2016

temple gates

no need for locks
or latches hooking
the gates tight

no footprints
will disturb the new
dusting snow

oh this lonely temple

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

tired monk's courage


to face the razor
don the robes
nights of hard duty

to take on most
 holy vows
to retreat deep
tend the hearth fires
walk the walls
guard the sacred gates

to pray
look within
find the strength
to walk down
from the temple
and serve

winter duties

snow sifts in
stretching out
in neat little lines

wind whistles and lashes
the darkened light strands

the tired monk
shovels the walk
pushing back the cold

Tuesday, January 26, 2016


light fades
dimming forest dark
cold seeps
through the temple walls

cast a knit blanket
up over my shoulders
stoke the hearth fire

for morning light

Thursday, January 21, 2016

SG Poem

electric crackling
humming feedback fades
with the turn of a dial

slow steady
just six notes

no whirling robes
no hammering
of the gods

a touch of vibrato
more punctuation
than punk

Friday, January 8, 2016

north wind poem

salt stains
splatter robe cuffs
ice cracking
in windy tree branches

pull my hood up
sinking deeper
tucking in tight
against the sleet

stretch out
shovel sore back
look to the horizon
a little more light 
each day

Thursday, January 7, 2016

my robes

robes still fit
even after seven years
 a couple thousand days
 of tired monk duties

they're rumpled
but I slip them on
that the wrinkles
will fall out

the tired monk