
We are not alone
in the cold, mean world we see
we always have God
Continue reading “Not Alone (a haiku)”We are not alone
in the cold, mean world we see
we always have God
Continue reading “Not Alone (a haiku)”I don’t know how this war started
but I know its ultimate end –
blood feud over pieces of land,
lustful for riches in the sand,
exploitation of earth,
mass machines churning
in desolate fields –
Continue reading “Blood Feud (a poem)”Red moon, where did you come from?
Red moon, what do you want?
I offered my children
I ignored your taunts
What more could you ask for?
Must you always flaunt
and remind me I’m an earth-bound servant
in the killing fields
my servitude is permanent
Continue reading “Red Moon (a poem)”Since I’ve been writing more poetry, I’ve been reading more poetry lately. I’ve read some newer stuff, but I’ve also been reading many of the classics, including William Blake, T.S. Eliot, and W.B. Yeats.
I recently read an anthology of 20th century American poetry that was comprehensive regarding the poets it included. One of the poets that struck me the most was John Berryman, and the anthology included poems from his much-celebrated volume called The Dream Songs.
Continue reading “Book Review: The Dream Songs by John Berryman”