Quoting myself Before Lunch

When I write from an

openness of soul it is so wondrously

dangerous... I want only to write for

those I love, that they would feel it as it

was for me as it came

into being.

FOR CRISSAKE

for Elmer Kadera, Happy Easter

Yes, I should be home soon and

Thanks again for watching Delta.

What's that Gramps?

"You should a seen

Dthat dog this morning.

She goes all dthe way

Dthe hell out to the farthest corner

Of dthe yard like she's tryin to get

Away with sumtin...

an craps... an as

Soon as she's done -- Shoom!

Like a rocket, Running like the Wind, all

Crazy like!  All over dthe yard."

BECAUSE I BELONG TO ISAIAH

I said to him "Pastor,

Woe is me,

I am a man

Of unclean lips."

He said "What is it

My son?"

I said "It's that

No matter what I say

or do, there is always

And forever this one

Fucking little crusty corner

Of my mouth that

My damn $24,000

A year caregiver

Can't seem to find

With the God bless-ed washcloth."

Like a Kiss

So now what?

Have you any more lines to write or

Doves feathers to pack away into your leather satchel?

No, flight you cannot come, you mustn't!  Only a feather

I will leave you, in your suede wonder, darling,

From time to time.

THE TITLE IS

Monastery man

Dreamweaver

Don't say that one

Prince of practically nothing

Prophet of maybe later

Mumbler

Shew's the dogs

The faster pastor

Who the fark are you?

Answers no one

Sits in silence

Waits to laugh

Struggler

Finisher

Refiner of after while

The Last Word

Friday Voices

Friday Voices


Dawn.  Late morning.  Birdsong out beyond the opened blinds.


I am telling you

all of this because

I have never met anyone so at peace and

willing to listen.


There are two cardinals.  One is a red flare on a bouncing

twig just above the shed, the other

a plaid on the peak of the swingset.


I go on and on about her and her and him and

this other one and the thing I said or should have.

 

Both fly away now.  The neighbors let their dog out, a caramel candy with claws.

 

How can you be so gentle and concerned yet

so relaxed?  I talk to you about it because when I say it

you don't fall apart or make a face.  I can stomp down into your floor, solid

and just keep talking.


Wind gets gusty.  You hear the neighbors voice.  Calling out for her.