
Beyond this world, lies the infinite.
Continue readingThis is the entry-point to heaven.
Continue readingI am the tramp who wanders American backroads
I am the immigrant who seeks asylum but is denied entry
I am the fool who cries at the drug rehab
I am the fortunate son who squanders wealth
I am the bus driver who drives the Greyhound off the cliff
I am the night-storm that terrorizes the Midwest
I am the space-dust that destroys satellites
Continue readingin dreams, i tremble
before unseen forces
always at work behind
scenes & a screen
of smoke that masks their faces
but not beaming eyes
that stare from shadowed corners
of my brain
Continue readingOn the moon, we start again.
Continue readingi’m not allowed to study
the kabbalah ‘til I’m forty years old
but I take sneak peeks
(i never do as I’m told)
but that’s a lie!
i’m not jewish & I wouldn’t
understand kabbalah anyway
Continue readingbe careful, son
don’t delve into
too much mystery
it’ll consume you
pray to yellow moons
inky-black skies
howling wolves
green wilderness
cycles of rebirth
summer turns to autumn
the land sustains us
be careful, son
& brave
(Photo by Izabelle Acheson on Unsplash)
just before slumber
there’s a moment between
dream & wakefulness
a hazy realm
eyes closed
your smelly dog
at the foot of the bed, growling
the moment happens
in milliseconds
you fall into dreamland
shifting sands
awake to sunlight
peering through heavy curtains
a new day – but
are you still in dream?
this whole thing may not
be what it seems