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  • The Later Earth

    Impossible to know 
    what it was like
    to live through those times

    except for the forethought
    of placing stories
    in vessels that would withstand

    the massive destruction
    which itself was the story
    they were intent on telling

    what else to do but bury
    the stories in the earth
    and trust that the living

    would find and read them
    under the trees
    weeping
    April 22, 2025
    Earth Day, NaPoWriMo, Poetry, The Holocaust

  • The Heart

    The fork
    the joke

    the window
    the ball

    the shoebox
    the book

    the bird
    the flower

    https://www.vatican.va/content/francesco/en/encyclicals/documents/20241024-enciclica-dilexit-nos.html
    April 21, 2025
    NaPoWriMo, Poetry, Pope Francis

  • Easter Again

    Let’s face it this holiday 
    is made for children

    who else would relate to
    bursting out of an empty tomb

    shouting surprise at all
    your friends and relations

    and celebrating with a bit of
    fecundity shaped chocolate

    sprinkled in technicolor vessels
    through a fluorescent lawn

    an elaborate game of hide and seek
    disguised as the cost of

    what love can afford
    who among us has not known

    the void of the world before
    we arrived fresh as a lily

    and what it took to appear
    as if we had always been there

    but if you look closely enough
    the transformation leaves scars
    April 20, 2025
    Easter, NaPoWriMo, Poetry

  • Revere Rhyme

    Let the warning ride forth once more: 
    tyranny is at our doors

    No this time it’s not the same
    a whole lot of stupid perpetrated in our names

    Somebody somewhere is spilling the tea
    don’t need to genuflect or bend a knee

    Just join a march or share the pictures
    read a book or listen to the lecture

    We the people can throw out a president
    these truths will be and remain self-evident

    250 years is kind of a good ride
    still haven’t gotten to the other side

    Hard to know what the future will bring
    except in this country: no kings
    April 19, 2025
    NaPoWriMo, Poetry, Politics, Sonnet

  • Isaiah 53:8

    “By a perversion of justice he was taken away. 
    Who could have imagined his future?
    For he was cut off from the land of the living,
    stricken for the transgression of my people.”


    I’m not one for drawing
    parallels with a book that
    may or may not be fictional
    when you read the gospels
    it sounds just like a news story
    with testimonials to the truth
    as if what had happened
    seventy years in the past
    could be verified by witnesses
    just walking around remembering
    but what are we to make
    of the supposed savior
    of the world being detained
    and sent to suffer unimaginable
    conditions without a charge
    that could stand up to a day
    in court and this fucking bullshit
    defaming a man who for all we know
    committed no crime that would
    warrant this kind of treatment
    without due process
    maybe if we spread this story
    as far as it is possible to go
    we might write a new chapter
    and verse that we can refer to
    where one man unwittingly
    brought about what it takes
    to bring down the fascist regime
    that would put a man on a tree
    to make a kind of point
    that all of us should be free
    to cast the mighty down
    from their throne by ourselves
    April 18, 2025
    NaPoWriMo, Poetry

  • Haiku Maundy

    Raising a PK
    means staying at church all day
    some weeks of the year

    Have I taught her well?
    She ignores the services
    when she’s having fun

    brings toys when needed
    takes them up for communion
    tonight washing hands

    she just joins the line
    cheerfully knows something good
    waits at the altar

    mostly mommy smiles
    We walked around the building
    during some down time

    call from the window
    she knew it was mommy there
    inside her office

    she looked up calling
    responding can you hear me
    I’m too high to reach

    we went back inside
    to mommy’s office surprised
    not to see herself

    outside down below
    just the place where she had been
    and a bit later

    would be there again
    April 17, 2025
    Haiku, Holy Week, Lutheran, NaPoWriMo, Parenting, Pastor’s Kids, Poetry

  • Flight Run

    Running around 
    what could be a fountain
    after a visit to the museum
    finding a yellow airplane
    inside just her size
    the flights descend to land
    she runs to keep up
    at each turn it feels like
    she surpasses them
    a few moments later
    another plane arrives
    she keeps running
    not even close to
    out of breath
    April 16, 2025
    NaPoWriMo, Poetry

  • Parallel Play

    One of us is learning 
    right from wrong
    with imaginative media
    telling stories that build
    empathy and understanding
    and self control

    While the other is me
    aware of too much doom
    scrolling on my phone
    wondering how it could be
    so many missed the lessons
    so many others strive to impart
    April 15, 2025
    NaPoWriMo, Parenting, Poetry

  • Spring Break Haiku

    The ice cream truck tune 
    wafted through open windows
    time to put on pants

    Way too hot outside
    for a day like this in spring
    child requires a coat

    Playground friends running
    around the steps to the slide
    pretend space voyage

    What should dinner be
    a pickle and an orange
    wash them down with milk

    Child circles stuffed cat
    singing made up songs about
    the way that words sound
    April 14, 2025
    Haiku, NaPoWriMo, Parenting, Poetry

  • Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John Legend

    Hey that post-apocalyptic show is on again 
    the one we watched live seven years ago
    and immediately became a tradition

    wish I could say its mise-en-scène
    did not so accurately reflect reality
    as lived in the extra-theatrical world

    some are trying to memory hole
    the pandemic the show seemed to anticipate
    what with the high definition spittle

    and vague sense the world as we know it
    had disintegrated some years in the past
    seven approximately would be appropriate

    little did we know the first term served
    as but a preamble to unconstitutional acts
    extrajudicial rendition now just a fact

    surely we can’t have thought the center
    would hold back then? All that seems certain
    now is that if we are to be saved the savior

    will be aloof and messy as blood and body sung
    April 13, 2025
    Holy Week, NaPoWriMo, Poetry

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