Sunday, February 25, 2024

sauna prayers

sauna door clicks shut
birch water ladled
over volcanic rocks

heat rises
edging on unbearable

the tired monk
thinks of poems
as he soaps his head

razor slicks foam
slides on sweat
smooth and renewed

steam and prayers escape
via the tiny door crack
up through barren branches
and white pine needles

Thursday, February 22, 2024

one road over

the road is straight
just off a divided highway
past suburbs
butted up against
working farms

through a little village
down past a cemetery
a horse farm or two
then some open 
wind swept fields

the road narrows
the pavement stops
gravel and rutted dirt
right up to
a rusted dead end sign

keep going
the road dwindles
to a winding path
almost overgrown

under a tarp
by a cedar fence
a small red canoe

I push it out 
into the creek
paddle a few strokes
drift with the mallards

Friday, February 16, 2024

secrets from the deep

sure I got 'em
a little spell ago
I pulled them up 
from the deep morass
slathered in canal muck

I hosed them off 
took a look
poked them with a barge pole
watched as they dripped
black guck, and slime
on the boardwalk
and slowly dried

I kicked them 
back into the murk
sinking down
past bicycles
knives, guns, empty bags
and litter much litter
to rest 
on the bottom

 - for the record:

I'm very much pro surprise and very anti secret. 

Monday, February 5, 2024


nursing a slight hangover
in the back pew
boozy spirits waft
amidst some mumbled
yet earnest prayers
only one mid-sermon nip
from a battered flask

last hymn fades
jacket, scarf, and Irish cap
on quick
  a quicker exit out a side door

a short brisk lonely walk home

too Christian for the world
too worldly for the Christians