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.

Commentary on the "Our Father"

Our Father, Who art in heaven.

Hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done.
On earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
And forgive us our trespasses,
As we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil.
Amen.

The Embarrassment of Two Identities

Around 30 AD, in Palestine, a guy woke up to the fact that he was what had been referred to as “God.”  He then saw that as god, all he could do was sacrifice himself for others, to the point of his own nonexistence.  And then he saw that death really didn’t matter in the face of all this.  So those who listened to him thought he didn’t die (though their accounts varied wildly and those who put together the record of it slyly knew that.)

Recent Poetry, November 2019

St. Seraphim and the Bear

The bear looked in on Seraphim,

“Unusual” he’d say of him.

When Seraphim woke up at last,

The bear, he chose to eat him fast.

Because when Seraphim awoke,

He was like any other bloke.

Where I'm from, and What It Means

I come from the Northern San Joaquin Valley—about 90 miles east of San Francisco. But I was born long before people moved there because they couldn’t afford to live in the Bay Area. When it was still “Oklahoma with grapes.” It in fact reminded people of Oklahoma, and many of its denizens came from that part of the country, though we had no distinctive accent or regional identity. Rose Maddox and her brothers came from my hometown, Modesto, and had their first successes there. Wrestling was very popular. (My own forebears came from Iowa and Missouri; the Iowa people originally came from the Palatinate in what’s now Germany, the Missouri folks were from Ireland).

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.