Thank you very much to Editor Strider Marcus Jones for publishing my 5 poems in The Lothlorien Poetry Journal.
lightly complected beings,
They’d look you in the eye in the day,
but it’s their bad light, they hardly saw you,
a lucky phase of the moon
gave them the dark eyes of moon-glow
their citadels upon tall hills.
Where once stood their castles of stone,
there is now only rubble.
they survived a thousand dawns
until a fierce reaction to their presence
The air is still heavy with the rumor of their myth or reality.
A feather sweetly sleeping at the bottom of a cliff.
with the promise of storms
followed by an equally quick hint of blue.
Glory seen in a red moon risen.
Lightning’s song telling of what we call creation.
Pinyons framed by sunlight,
all who view them, loving that happy glow.
I heard a story once about
a western moon substitute that exists,
but there’s no such thing.
The Lost Children of the God Mars
because tracing a bloodline is not an option.
how will we ever know their story?
We know not where they began,
the milestones of their life,
of sin or those of innocence,
nor where any but their last
Their biographies should be an absorbing account
written upon a thousand cards,
with words that tell their human aspirations
Without the ability to cast counter-clockwise back in time,
to give them a third dimension,
were these sons of water or fire?
Whatever glorious distant regions did they see?
All we can ever know of them is that
each of them holds their own tiny field alone,
under flat plaques laid on the ground,
their tales now rooted in the soil.
The intimacies of their lives now only understood
by a company of angels.
in a stream of unhindered fears
Everything I see in this panorama
has more than a single flaw,
although within each is what seems familiar enough.
There’s the wrong type of fire on the ground.
I can never see any light in the night.
The stars have withdrawn due to apathy.
The dim outline of a charcoal moon hangs above.
I’ve never seen such a satellite.
nothing could be proved its equal.
ricochet like silly pop songs
off walls in quite different ways
belongs every other creation.
Illumination Lessons from Diogenes
looking for an honest man.
one of the most famous lamps of all.
We should bear our own lamps,
in service to his cause...
We should seek truth before love,
and give truth to get it.
Human suffering is constant
because of a lack of respected truth,
a shortage of truth both brave and fundamental.
So many cities are being thrown down,
empires are being stretched
because we choose to ignore
Let’s help each other see the light.
