A Fig Tree Contemplates Being Present and Lost

On fear and the wonderfulness of the sublime.

Lesson From an Old Tree

A poem

I went to the old grandmother oak,
a sadness sat heavy on my lungs 
like a cold…

silence unimposed

that place was a sad place, 
but I’d still go back there for a bit 
to live in younger skin 
and drink the darkness up again 
I…

slumdog sabbatical

is it a vacation if you spend it in the pits? 
time off swimming in sewers, splashing barefoot in dirty streets 
 — gutters…

some friends

some friends plan, come up with ideas for things to do, 
they reach out, check schedules, set dates and times — 
these are the…

LIFE & RECOVERY

nights are hardest

A dedication to an invisible man

so close

is it better to miss by a mile or by just a few inches? 
almost 
almost… 
you tell yourself 
convinced the near misses mean something 
tell…

boredom, dissonance

everyone is so fascinated by everything 
as if common boredom were a crime 
it’s all right to be unimpressed — 
enthusiasm…

they dance, they shake

they dance, they shake 
they remember my name 
they know me by my eyes 
and my compassionate smile 
they sing, they…