prose & poetry

I Sing You a Song of Winter

By |2020-04-29T15:43:19-04:00March 18th, 2020|Prose & Poetry, Writing|

I SING YOU A SONG OF WINTER I sing you a song of winter. Of withdrawal and retreat. The seeds that we planted in the fall are frozen in the earth. Safe from the winds that would scatter and destroy them. The path is deepening. What stays, what goes. What falls off in decay of the old, tired way. [...]

So Long You 20-Teens

By |2020-04-29T15:40:48-04:00December 31st, 2019|Prose & Poetry, Writing|

LUCKY GRAIL Oh mended bone Oh key, oh throne Oh sprawling land of in-betweens Of yeses and of might-have-beens At decade's end I raise my glass You were a kicker in the ass I wipe the curses from my brow You know I loved you anyhow And from the threshold of regret I say, screw you, I'm not through [...]

Love Letter to Fear

By |2020-04-29T19:15:33-04:00March 3rd, 2016|Life Arts, Prose & Poetry, Self Mastery, Writing|

Dear Fear, It has taken me some time to get around to this, but with Valentine's Day having recently passed and the world evolving the way it is, I've been thinking a lot about love, affection and their opposites. It's high time I wrote you this letter. The world is full of teachings that would have me confront you, tame you, control [...]

Love Is Most High

By |2020-04-30T16:16:59-04:00December 24th, 2013|Prose & Poetry, Writing|

Love is most high More high than sky More salty than the tear From my Beloved's eye And sweeter than a drop of dew Born in a strand of morning's new For love is tall More tall than all More patient than the ancient earth Awaiting autumn's fall And restless as a song of spring Unthroated and untiring For love [...]

On Being a Towering Figure

By |2020-04-30T16:30:13-04:00December 6th, 2013|Blog Post, Life Arts, Self Mastery|

The towering figure called Nelson Mandela has died. This is the poem that got him through prison: Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of [...]