Friday, February 16, 2018


tears come easily
in this overwhelming
world of broken brokenness

deeply tempted to role away
from the pre-dawn
dim clock-radio light
murmur of morning news
slip back into silly dreams

gird up my ragged monk robes
brew strong black coffee
double up the sugar ... a rare treat

braced ready to serve

Sunday, February 11, 2018


bitter winter cough
finally loosened
by Jameson drams
and sweet honey tea

tasty remedy route
back to my prayers

the tired monk