Sparks (or not)
Emitted from the fire, their tiny illumination endures for the briefest of moments…then, they are gone

Archive for the ‘prose’ Category

The Sentinel

September 6, 2010

Invisibly she walks the wall Secretly she guards the hall while we in our complacency, distracted by our haste and glee, (of looming danger unaware) party on, without a care. But searching eyes and sober hands are ready for those evil plans though harm may never rear its head at all. In sorrowed times when […]

Sargasso Summer

July 18, 2010

Every sports fan knows the feeling. It’s the off-season. What to do while you wait…and wait…and wait for opening day? This original poem was written in 2007 as an encouragement and reminder that eventually you WILL see some action. Like sailors on a cyber sea Our gaze more fore than aft Hearts affixed on distant […]

Who I am

July 10, 2010

One with nature stalking silently, prepared to kill and thank the Creator for another day’s or week’s provision Somewhere deep in my bones the young Brave still shivers at the lurking, lusting eyes of the wildcat. Ancient and Asian steeped in centuries of tradition yet life is but a daily ritual of fish and rice…fish […]


December 29, 2009

Pigtails, I saw you once. Whether it was yesterday or tomorrow I’m not certain. So smug…so secure, you sat on Papa’s knee. No care,  no burden Just you and him through that hazy curtain. Pigtails, from your harbored perch you cast off  pain, need, heaviness and fear and with a wave of your hand as […]

Confession: the secret tryst of a pole vaulter

November 28, 2009

I wait, rehearsing the steps in my mind At the end of the runway – the bar, as a taunting rival – silently stands even daring to touch the object of my dreams I lift my eyes to the deep blue beckoning of my tantalizing partner The music begins… Like a charger-mounted knight I raise […]


October 14, 2009

The longer I walk this earth …the less I know The closer I get to the light …more darkness I see It seems my feet are leading me astray Yet deep inside my soul I know this is the way Out of the mouths of babes and infants you have perfected praise, oh Most High […]


October 6, 2009

The fracture between two thoughts The canyon between what was and what shall never be The confining cage trapping me in a nest of rot and decay The incessant ticking spurring me to somehow make a difference You’re never enough You’re always too much You tease me with savory sweets Then torture me with gall […]

When we went dreamin’

October 6, 2009

…heard the bite’s on, downstream a piece in a hole,  ‘neath Shannon’s Bend I’ll pack a lunch an’ rig a line Can ya come along, my friend? Then, when the sun is beamin’ down an’ breezes kiss our face the world can turn our hearts can yearn …it’s so easy to pretend.