The Unlucky Dragon

HUNGRY, sputtering over the tree tops, Not landing yet, for there might be food Over the next rise. There: a rabbit Wondering at your shadow, so smoky and vast. Grab it: just a slightly larger than usual reach Of your massive haunch. The rabbit is only a tidbit In your cavernous mouth. A single seed…

And Beheld the Light of Evening

The Lord is the Light of Evening, as much as he is the Light of Morning. Everywhere we are, the Lord is the only light and without him light is darkness. When I lived in the other place – the slums of Harrison Township – I complained about it. We had drug-dealers in the apartment…