In the Temples


  The veil is thinner than we imagine. Striding here and there, we carry serpents on our shoulders And inconclusively think impassive The time that is a side effect of Being. The veil is thinner than we hope; In the temples our sacrifices die, and Slowly each ripple shows itself to be a choice.  

To My Father


From out the fleshly doors do flow Salty crystals to the world below. All’s not well in a life so real While God on high sits and I do feel. A father’s missed by his voice so kind, His arms are warm, and so I pine I cannot but weep the whole night through When […]