Monday, September 19, 2022

morning moment

coming in sideways
won't end for a day or two

mother bends down low
eye to eye
under bright umbrellas
shares a laugh
with her girls.

Thursday, September 15, 2022

Post Hiatus Blessings

hey god bless you
may you have a most serene
and peaceful day
and some fun.

rejoice that you are not dead

and remember to not let 
the hard days win.

Thursday, June 2, 2022


smouldering mounds of hay
damp from today's "minor storm"

...a major storm ripped through
about a week ago
twenty minutes of destruction

120 year old barns gone - all gone
horses wander around
no warm stall tonight

trees raining down
twisting metal
crumpling bricks
puncturing houses

early morning chainsaws

Thursday, May 5, 2022

a grave poem

quick drive
no more than three minutes
quick walk
down to her mother's grave

she goes everyday after school
everyday? everyday.

sometime its a short visit
pluck out a few weeds
a "love you mom"
and home

other times
its a lingering lawn chair sit
a one way graveside monologue
a wave of guilt
when the seeping cold, 
mosquitoes, or a steady drizzle
sends her away

    my brother is dead
    he's resting under a stone lamb
    west of town
    I've never gone
         maybe it is time

Wednesday, May 4, 2022

dawn poem

light blue morn
time for temple dog walk
slight glimmering rain

to the east a dayspring sun
cutting low over the fields
to the west double rainbow
high in the forest sky

night poem

cold night air
coming in steady
cross temple breeze
rattling doors
waking tired monks

Tuesday, May 3, 2022

Waits - a quick response

rain and window rattling wind
best to keep sleeping
the Waits records silently spins

 - The Square Corner got me thinking. 

red-tailed hawk

The scene:
mated couple of ditch water ducks
flock of geese picking remnant corn
a clutch of turkey hens

The action:

from far above  - a red-tailed hawk
diving down
last microsecond correction
soars past these brother birds
plucks a fat field mouse 
in a quick talon take

Monday, May 2, 2022

requiem for my forest

I don't want to talk about it
it is a hard heavy loss

 - the forest is gone

torn up -  manicured
slopped to drain away the swamp

trails, trees, the little puddle pond
that would freeze for winter skates

today I sit
look out over pools, hot tubs
garage full of beamers
a kid staring back at me
through a black metal fence

Sunday, May 1, 2022

trees fall

I'm in the forest

another tree has fallen
crash smashed
through ancient fence
splintering century old cedar rails

stop  - turn back down the trail
out behind the shed
stack of forgotten rails
carry them back to the forest
shore up what is broken

Saturday, April 30, 2022

Comment from 2017

Comment from 2017

"Shame on you.
You should be praying nonstop
like my Pops who's a priest
in Nigeria, working hard
for the salvation of human kind...
not spending your time on poetry.
Shame on you.
Jesus, gave mercy on his soul."

shame...sure, but not from poetry
my poems are non-stop prayers
connecting to God
connecting to anonymous friend
connecting to your father priest
firing off even more mercy, blessings,
instant forgiveness, kindness
of salvation, love, peace, 
redemption in a new world
humanity singing a new song

...poetry is the work brother

Thursday, April 28, 2022

blue note book poems


little book tucked
back pocket deep
40 lost poems


two novices paddle past
moments from great learning
cats hate canoes


welcome to our campsite
bottle of Off, mosquito coils
covered in morning frost


early fall fire crackles
smoke through hemlock boughs
pinecones snap


peanut butter smores melt
marshmallow erupts  - burns
drips over monk robes


grass is long - damp
flattened in a trail
to log pile edge


meal remnants sit
hardening kimchi fried rice
empty soju bottles clink


driveway basketball thunder
real thunder along the seaway
monk settles on porch


axe shatters...splatters
through rotten deck wood
monk cuts new board


old Zellers work shirt
worn steel toe boots
flat pencil in baseball brim


fire wards off late spring snow
four finger single malt pour
wards off heavy day

Thursday, April 14, 2022

two notebook poems


country music played background low
faint gunshots echo from the forest edge
 - wild turkey season opening day - 
morning fire crackles, kettle whistles
tired monk ponders earl grey poems


loose under sink pipe
dirty dish water surge
quick tool box search 
finds a  spanner wrench
and a lost notebook
of summer poems

Tuesday, April 12, 2022


wet open buggy swale
this spring the bats will feast
tonight hoot owls soar
snatching up mice, voles, rabbits

ducks float
hidden down deep in the ditch
eating a fallen burger bun

tom turkey -  tail aloft
gathering up his lovely hens
 - a coyote watches from the forest hill

bent necked songbird - dead
kicked along a cracked city sidewalk

Thursday, March 10, 2022

double back demon

the demon
walks up the street
rattles the gate
looks for loose fence boards

all secure
moves on
looking back 
a few times

the tired monk sweeps
watches the road

he's back 
same demon
different hat
different hoodie
walking in slow
from the other direction

the tired monk sweeps
watches the road

the demon curses

Saturday, March 5, 2022


once upon a time
the tired monk was not tired
   knew peace

no anxiety attack hangovers
drenched in cortisol and liquor

just riding a cheap BMX bike 
down cow trails
my dog keeping pace
deep tree solitude.

no internet
no "smart" phone
no "social" media
no government work...

need to focus...or not focus
at times just think nothing
a monk of do nothing

backyard Kerouac
guitar chords
pushing through 
frosty Hemlock boughs.

 - this one is a mess...but it was written over two days, in two very different states of mind.


Friday, March 4, 2022

some animals

moose family
breaking from the trees
down the icy slope
through lashing snow
to the one open creek
drink deep

wild turkey flock gathers
fly up one by one
filling field edge trees
as the sun sets

not sure...he's big.
lifts his head 
like any farm dog
smelling the west wind

deer stays put
huddled up 
in thick pine boughs

Tuesday, February 15, 2022


 tell me a story
 - a true one
sure, embellish it a bit please
but keep it rooted down deep
in authentic moments

I'm done with tattered tales
pulling out of threadbare seams
binder twine and wires won't do

no more of "the narrative"
just a narrative
for this old tired monk

Thursday, January 27, 2022

"social" media meditation

they got their knives out
slashing clever tweets 
of nasty nasty discord

the whole platform
is a wood splitting maul
a vicious cold metal wedge

trees fall
logs split
frozen splinters fly
all over illuminated screens

Wednesday, January 26, 2022


I'm not even here.
I'm in Cheyenne Wyoming
 well not far from there

here is chaos
lies, blood on the floor

I'm out in a mountain pass
dusting of snow
horses in the distance

here is entropy
boarded up windows

coffee boils over a campfire
an elk jumps over 
a semi frozen stream

here is neglect
a broken guitar in the corner
shards of glass


Wednesday, January 19, 2022


thick carpentry textbooks
15 in total
stack of seven
stack of eight
the perfect angle 
to prop youtube projector

Friday, January 14, 2022

heavy secrets em.
yeah deep
not even in my body
much much deeper
tethered to a ghost chain
dragged along
anchors through earth

secrets yeah
sometime they jump
from their graves
land hard 
on my robed shoulders 

secrets held
at bay
with single malt whiskey, strong beer,
prayers, poems, punches,

heavy secrets.

Post Script - Philosophically I'm anti-secret and pro-surprise.

Thursday, January 13, 2022

Breathe In...


you are ok
cool mountain air 
fills your lungs
pine scented
damp with creek mist
you are okay


Friday, January 7, 2022

street crow

something is wrong with that crow
he's crazy
he's lazy
he's garbage fat
walking slow up the street

crow wanders through the ditches
up into the neatly lined pines
scratchy footprints in the snow
leading under the chain fence
in behind a rotten tree stump

not crazy, lazy, or fat
he's just dying

Thursday, January 6, 2022

one day

one day I'll ask my body to move
   and it won't

my mind will still move
out over the lakes, marshes, tall pine trees
up north through the rugged valley
up the highest peak
to a most vivid view
of the last dayspring moment