
I did not know him
as the child I was
anymore than the man
I have become—
He was a shadow
sifted in story
his deep voice laced
with decades of smoke
before dying
into mom’s revisions
I still don’t know
what I was afraid of
(Father’s Day: June 21, 2026)
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If something is not part
of a pattern, does not repeat,
is it still not a norm—
the norm of the anomaly?
For more than fifty years,
I have scratched my poems
like a dog its ear searching
for temporary relief.
The comfort of a pattern:
another successful day
passes without consequence.
I’ve placed a word on a page,
replaced nothing with purpose.
As above so below.
(June 20, 2026)

God gives meaning to us
as we give meaning to God
depending on what One means
we are the power and the glory
on Earth as it is in Heaven
forever and ever amen
(June 15, 2026)