Poetry Notebook

Scouting Love

What was that flash 
of love,
that gash 
above.

Baptized God

A triplet haiku on the beginning and the end

A tiny Joy

Watch! How she plays.
Tulip fingers redirecting
this watery bath, the cool
of time passing her by.

The Silent Chorus

I am silent. 
Only here is the true God worshipped.
Where all that I’ve said ends;
fails to say, to mean, to sing.

To Michelle

There she is.
Sandals and a blue t-shirt
no plans to me me today
I wasn’t really there, too afraid to flirt

The Meaning

This! — the meaning
of the universe.

The Hints of Gifts

Faint crackle of my pipe
whisper of coyote’s howl — did you hear that?
through winter wood crisp
pitch blue air — and her…

At the Breath of Wind

On Dante’s purgatory

A Slow Afternoon in Asheville

Slower than Everything, almost
Every moment works less