Month: August 2013

At the shore

1. Children chasing gulls As if they might ever land Strong wind comes ashore 2.  My boy brings me shells Proof of this wonderful world Grey whorl in his hand 3. Men build sand castles Children catch enormous waves Sand crabs cannot hide 4. Old man boogie boards Salt water in his grey beard Schooling … Continue reading “At the shore”

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1.
Children chasing gulls
As if they might ever land
Strong wind comes ashore
2.
 My boy brings me shells
Proof of this wonderful world
Grey whorl in his hand
3.
Men build sand castles
Children catch enormous waves
Sand crabs cannot hide
4.
Old man boogie boards
Salt water in his grey beard
Schooling the young ones
5.
Next wave is bigger
We wait to ride it to shore
Breakers all around
6.
So much eye candy
Bare chested men body surf
Wash up at my feet
7.
Shoreline erosion
I was here once, years ago
Nothing stays the same
8.
Sunset cruise, dolphins
Jump sleepily off the bow
Surfer Dude patrols
9.
The night takes us in
We can finally exhale
As the summer ends
10.
Watching the boys surf
The waves lift them like small birds
Twittering with joy

 

Clarence

Clarence   Elemental as rain he falls. Hands cupped in the desert you wait to catch him– at least the midnight flash, the feel of a woman’s low cry the touch of rain on your skin a moment when he blew you away   Key words: Bruce, Clarence, music, saxophone, born to run

Clarence

 

Elemental as rain

he falls. Hands cupped

in the desert

you wait

to catch him–

at least the midnight

flash, the feel

of a woman’s low cry

the touch of rain

on your skin

a moment

when he blew

you away

 

Key words: Bruce, Clarence, music, saxophone, born to runalg-clarence-clemons-jpg

Mass Card

Somewhere a stranger holds me In the Light of her thoughts. She has bundled all my sorrows Set them on her shoulders, told me My load should be lighter, by and by. She has stitched my name in her prayer circle Of love. A handful of old women In some square western state touch it … Continue reading “Mass Card”

Somewhere a stranger holds me
In the Light of her thoughts.
She has bundled all my sorrows
Set them on her shoulders, told me
My load should be lighter, by and by.

She has stitched my name in her prayer circle
Of love. A handful of old women
In some square western state touch it
With their wise hands
And feel my pain for their own.

She has written to my grandmother
Via ExpressMail to God, and asked
That she repeat old prayers in my name.
She has taken down a crystal rosary
Fingered its beaded prayers all night
And emails me that one day,
Any day now, I shall be released.

I can see her at a kitchen table
Or propped in bed, like me, middle
Of some dark night, where even the form
Beside you gives no comfort.

While the pained world gathers round
The dull light of a laptop screen,
She pulls my name from an electronic hat
Takes my name from some eternal dark
Puffs air into my wings
And watches me take flight.

 

Key words: poetry, prayer, support groups, prayer circles, online prayer, online support groups

Eaten by Bear

Watch me finish this Close like nobody’s business Nothing here for me

Watch me finish this
Close like nobody’s business
Nothing here for me