Breakthrough (Resoluteness)

from “Renditions of Change” a work in progress

Speaking truth to myself

is difficult—as to power,

just more dangerous: no

compromise with evil,

nor abatement.

(April 10, 2019)

onward into the day


“Love is the root of everything….Love, or the lack of it.”

— Fred Rogers 


like glass resonant in trembled anger

the fear is outrageous and constant

one horrific event erases the next

in an infinite succession of bomb blasts

bludgeoning attention to a bloody slurry

only the noise of the moment matters

and it does not matter even then

but only in the silence it creates in you

the silence of the possibility of dissent

so one must learn to hear without

hearing deafly to see again without

seeing blindly to go with open trust

across the shattered shards of glass

onward into the darkening night


(June 23, 2018)

Resignation’s Not Enough

Like an old ox under yoke who pulls
Again, and again, until he cannot
Pull any longer; then stops, and waits
as if waiting were an art to be
savored, instead of endured like pain,
I’m frayed, worn thin from being;
From what I’ve been; from who I am.
I wait caught in quandary’s eddy,
Without knowing what I wait upon.
I linger over every trivial decision,
As if all time stood still and waited
For permission to take the tatters,
And transform into someone new.
I must move; yet I wait, afraid to move.

(April 16, 2017)

cognizant for the moment

the ephemeral flutters
like feathers along a raven’s neck
yet aware of each new wind
in which to lift aloft
the jet black wings pull
into the air resisting
gravity’s cold collapse
to fly as he wills
no more to the edges
the distant distractions
to turn a black eye from home
no more  fleeting presumptions
to tear away at my heart
(February 12, 2017)

A Constant Resistance to Control

only through the work will I be redeemed
not some petty happenstance confession
for something I may be sincere about
then who are you to make that decision
when even I who am here in my life
am unsure how honest is clean truth
when all falls out truth is not an excuse
for your god and self-righteousness
anymore than your god and self-righteousness
excuses my reaction to the cold chains
I permit my submission to sustain
under the pretense it’s done at your will
creation is what lies before me now
a space to exist with my life my work

(September 10, 2014)

you fucked up

your red regret wraps you
in a laughable inconsequence
the earth absorbs the wine
as if you were never there
so you fucked up so what
look to the wood near you
along this path a river runs
its rambling way to the sea
the past is never more than past
take stock of the time at hand
then pack up your remains and go
you are your only bridge home

(from a work in progress: “Arcana,” Vcups, February 8, 2014)

Looking for a Catalyst

I should be content with
            bourgeois comfort
            tend to my roses
            swill wine with friends
I should be pleased
            if not smug
            with  the knick-knacks
            and dust I’ve acquired
I should wallow
            in self-assured pity
            that I deserve
            everything about me
But I can’t so I must
            change my life

(from a work in progress: “Arcana,” Queenpentacles, February 6, 2014)

19. Inwardly Correct

November 1, 1995
I will continue,
as before, down
this path I have
chosen.  Where
I am is now
where I was then.

(from My Book of Changes, 1994-1995)