Poem XXI: My Grandmother’s Smile

I Feathered grasses float before A chipped door, eight decades old. Old, ornate, many-windowed: Our house, hoard for handy-men. I’m just six; I cross cracked tiles To where Grandma’s washing walls. Gray-grimed walls, once gilt-papered Are streaked now by soap and silt. Her hard-worked hands halt halfway – She feels me standing; turns, and smiles. II…

Conversation About Bowing Down

A: If our world had been formed and filled by some lesser god, I think he would have made the vast mistake of laboring with too straight a back. His steely arrowed finger would stab the depths, jolting them to fertility. Then he’d raise his dripping arm, and glaring across the sudden plains, he’d loose a lightning lash of life. Oh, I have some idea in…

Waiting for My Baby to Fall Asleep

Baby is in bed but not sleeping. I feel what I always feel at this time of day – that if I don’t get at least 45 minutes sleep I will go insane. And it’s true a little, but only a little. Stayed up too late reading Lilith but it was supposed to have been…

Folk Poem II: My Love Was Wondering

Video Link: Emily Boden sings ‘My Love Was Wondering’ My love was wondering where I’d gone He sought me long and weeping But fellow travelers had I none Save there were cliff-vines creeping I wished him daring by my side And bitter was my feeling Alone I slashed a dragon’s hide With bats around me…

The Pointlessness of Human Existence

Note: At 32 years old, I’ve come to realize that a lot of my sense of purposelessness was simply a matter of some missing formation in my development as a person. Human life does have purpose, or at least purpose is available to human beings. We can miss out on it, like we can miss…

On Duty, Floor Plans, and Ants

As I look around at the unpacked, unsorted stacks of cds, old diaries, pillows, and toys which I ought to be finding a place for, I want to mention the pleasure of doing one’s duty. There are two possible reasons, in my case, for accomplishing anything. The first is that I seek achievment, the boast…