Through Love’s Great Power

Through love’s great power to be made whole In mind and body, heart and soul— Through freedom to find joy, or be By dint of joy itself set free In love and in companionhood: This is the true and natural good.To undo justice, and to seek To quash the rights that guard the weak— To…


They were small shoes Size three, at the most. Scraped with mud tearing at the corners soles weathered from hours in the unforgiving sun from the dust of the assembly ground dirty white, buckled shoes bathed in blood.

Nobody’s cats

stray cats they answer to no one they eat what they get they sleep where they can. stray cats are nobody’s cats. they come in all colours tawny, pepper, mottled, grey their eyes like glass marbles that pierce through the dark they turn up whimpering when there’s fish on the stove they set up their…

A smile to remember

we had goldfish and they circled around and around in the bowl on the table near the heavy drapes covering the picture window and my mother, always smiling, wanting us all to be happy, told me, ‘be happy Henry!’ and she was right: it’s better to be happy if you can but my father continued…

A wild horse in the sun

Ride A Wild Horse Ride a wild horse with purple wings Striped yellow and black except his head which must be red. Ride a wild horse against the sky – hold tight to his wings before you die whatever else you leave undone once ride a wild horse into the sun. Hannah Kahn (1911-1988) I…

~ I don’t fear that I may cease ~

Originally posted on My Silent Muse:
I don’t fear that I may cease, To be. I fear when I no longer am, She may forget to forget me, Searching for a face, In my broken mirrors, And then slashing her lines, In these scattered glass fragments, Of my old photograph. I fear they may print…

Hard Lessons

You taught me To hate myself Question my assumptions Squander my pride Trample my convictions Revisit my faith. You taught me To trade my sheepskin Cavort with shadows Hiding in the wall. You taught me To gaze in the mirror And find myself.

After the Storm

Whoosh! The wind rattled through the windows Strewing papers everywhere The skies were ablaze in white fire The heavens raged and flared. The torrent that followed, the fury, the wrath, The night was not one to forget.


Take me as I am In all my imperfections Take my half crazed dreams My vapid obsessions And promise to hold tight When madness calls. Someday I’ll find my way. And when you chance upon Your half crazed dreams And your eyes singe with senseless rage I too will hold on Till all eternity.

Winter Sun

It was cold. The sun a mere disk Of iridescent white; a moon against the morning sky No clouds. A funereal shroud Thrown afar, rooftop to rooftop Pigeons roosting on the satellite dishes Taking flight, twirling and swirling Crazed and confused. Eagles soaring; smooth and powerful, their outstretched wings Cutting clean the frigid air Knowing,…


You’re beautiful. Don’t let anyone say otherwise. A little fairer, a little thinner… Would it really change anything? Some days you feel like A mannequin in the window The bouffant, the smoking eyes A glam show for some likes. It’s ok to look plain. It’s ok to walk out in loafers and tees And hair…


Wildflowers bound the wayside Thistle flowers and forget-me-nots No one watched them. They grew Of their own accord. No one cared. They willed themselves Into existence. Tenders shoots peeping out Feeding on the morning dew And the fire to meet the sky.