Monday, March 22, 2021

Recent Poetry, March 2021

 Post-Stroke  Walk

When someone on my walking
Route says “good morning,”
And I respond similarly,
(They may be embarrassed to learn)
We become a universe of two,
And that even if we remain silent,
We are still a universe.
Sorry about that.


Monday, May 4, 2020

Where I Went

I had a hemorrhahic stroke in December 2017, and remember little of that December or much of January 2018. I lived in la-la land for those two months, but I had an extremely vivid dream life during that period. 

Sunday, May 3, 2020

Thomas Hopko (1939-2015)

In order to understand Father Hopko, you must first go back and understand Father Alexander Schmemann (1921-1983), his original mentor.

Recent Poetry, April 2020

What I Like About Zen 
This non-thing you can’t talk about, 
You have to speak of, even shout. 
Koans, they make you take the fall, 
About what can’t be spoke, that’s all.

Wednesday, April 1, 2020

The Orthodox Situation

The Orthodox Church in America (OCA) and the Antiochian Church in America (the Arabs) have become an Evangelical sect. How this happened is interesting and complicated. But the Russians are largely responsible and, at this point, it is probably impossible to undo. Right now, the Orthodox Church is where “serious” Evangelicals go, and the Greek Church (the biggest) will soon be identified as “ethnic” in the worst way.

I Am a Faggot

That is, I am one of the small number of men erotically attracted to other men. We have been around throughout history, and though we have always been a minority, and reports of us as a percentage vary greatly, we are never more than ten percent of the entire population, and usually less.  (Women’s sexuality is a whole different thing, and percentages probably don’t mean the same thing).  We are related maybe to birth order or something archetypal, but it doesn’t matter much because it’s unchangeable, no matter what “cures” are touted.

New Poetry, April 2020

Limerick about Enlightenment
The Buddha sat beneath the bodhi tree,
And vowed to get enlightened one-two-three.
Mara said who d’ya think you are?
A scholar?  King? A movie star?
The Buddha touched the earth for all to see.