Looking Hard There are enigmas in my home’s concrete Hidden in the hardened cement. A mélange of shining streams  Golden and impure If I could lift up the skirt Of my house and view these shapes underneath Would I see the Sea of Galilee? All those pieces of toast I’ve made in a lifetime Of […]

Playing the Part of Cain “I have followed too much the devices of my own heart” Devices that crawl and flop down intricate passages Looking in the clefts of rocks or inside graves Catacombs that fade from the eyes Dark blue seeping from the touches Of fallen angels Who go silent and withdraw. I need […]

Echoes from the Dismal Swamp Exiled these many years In the land of the loud I see Red stones roll Down a gentle incline Bouncing off puddles Sitting here I see a fog float As a silent watery cloak And I can see what a friend once meant When she said “The Dismal Swamp Doesn’t […]