Childhood Prayer
It was a bold experiment in my mind, perhaps an early inquiry into the workings of reality. Prayer mingled God with Santa Claus: if I prayed hard enough, I would get a beautiful dollhouse in my room. I cleared a space for it between my bed and the door. I was six or...
Strafe My Soul
To daddy-Monster: You can resentfully blame mebecause my existence – my birth –reminds you of your new dutyresulting from my illegitimate conception. Enraged, you can throw medown a flight of stairsbefore I can walk. You can pound your fists into meas I lie...
Community Of Spirit
In the silent sanctuary of a misty morninga lone juniper stands beyond our windowon the shoreline of Four Mile Pond Spring wraps her fog around burgeoning new needlesand the ancient silent stones who accompany herA robin bounds from a branch unto the silky, moist...
Pressure
The dream is becoming a realityRight before my very eyesWhat goes up can come downGravity is a strong forceAt times, weighing me downNever staying downRising up to greater heightsDisbelief and humblenessSpiritually wokeNew visions and claritySo different from what...