Recent Poetry, October 2019

The Holy Fools


Basil the Blessed sat naked,
On the Church porch,
Eating sausages during Great Lent.

Xenia lived in a graveyard.
And insisted in being called,
By her late husband’s name.

There were many others.

Their main message is to
Tell us that the Church is the ultimate
Finger-pointing-at-the-moon.

Their main danger is
Exactly the same.

Recent poetry, May 2019

Cross: Resurrection

We cover it today with flowers,
Prostrate before it at all hours,
But its secrets won't explain,
Listen: Go against the grain,
It says, and all self-interest spurn,
Reject the world, what makes it turn,
Resurrection lives there, sleazy,
To cover it with flowers is easy.

Stroke Recovery Support Group

I remember when I spoke of the tube that went in my belly, and that I had to fill every night, and how filling it by myself was a big step in my recovery. And I remember them all rolling their eyes in acknowledgment. They knew.

Recent Poetry

Stroke

Sometimes I overhear a conversation
I would have passionately
been a part of,

The Bodhisattvas of In-Between

Recent Poetry

The Saints of Discontent

There comes a person now and then

Whose malice fairly cries to heaven,

Whose animosity’s a ten

Upon a scale of one to seven.

New Poetry

Post-Sesshin

Having spent a week at the heart of all things,

I feared I might miss it, but as it turned out,

The center of the cosmos kindly followed me,

Remaining just under my feet wherever I went,

Until it was at last  revealed to be  located

Just under yours as well. Then

I saw a musrkat in Irkutsk on

The TV, and it turned out to be

Under his too.