Sketches for a Wasted Youth

  Introduction   It might be narcissistically indulgent to provide an introduction for my own work, but I ask the reader to bear with me. Usually, I don’t try to offer much commentary on my poetry. However, Sketches for a Wasted Youth represents a certain crossroads for me as a Christian of the mystical persuasion […]

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Rise Proud Warrior

In Memoriam – George Floyd   Hail! proud warrior, for that final breath given to your people, becoming to us all a living symbol perfected in death.   Victory! proud warrior, belongs to you this Memorial Day, we cast garlands on your veteran’s grave for the life you gave fighting the longest war in Earth’s […]

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The Creative Call

The first language of poetry is silence. All art begins with the imposing vacuum of the blank canvas. All music must spring forth from inaudible melodies. Before the truth of nature or the Divine can be grasped, the creative mind must be inclined to the vacant spaces. For one to discover meaning in shafts of […]

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A Prayer of Confession

A Prayer of Confession   Forgive us Lord, For not gazing with gratitude Upon the dandelion, Whose beauty is no less stately than the rose; Dancing on a dilapidated lawn beside the ramshackle home, Dazzling us with her sunfire shine, Reminding us that no overlooked corner, no overworn space is incapable of being touched by […]

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The Elevation of the Individual In the Christian Story

The following is an excerpt from Erich Auerbach’s 1929 publication, Dante: Poet of the Secular World – ‘The story of Christ is more than the parousia of the logos, more than the manifestation of the idea. In it the idea is subjected to the problematic character and desperate injustice of earthly happening. Considered in itself […]

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In the Beginning – An American Myth (Re-post)

When you’re going to hit something on the nose, hit it hard and fast and often. — Aristotle… or Confucius (whatever, I found the quote on the internet)   … Only the flicker Over the strained time-ridden faces Distracted from distraction by distraction Filled with fancies empty of meaning… — TS Eliot from Burnt Norton, […]

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Mount San Jacinto

Come now child, here now child, You with the clear eyes We will leave this valley floor and Ascend San Jacinto’s snowy heights Rising rose in twilight’s blushing glance.   They say this peak was named for a boy Who defied an emperor and dying, deified – Joined the empyrean company clothed In the same […]

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Yeats’ Haunting Vision – The Second Coming

There are few poems in the English language as bone-chilling as WB Yeats’ “The Second Coming”. This year marks the century anniversary of a poem that captivated and terrified the modern world. One needn’t be familiar with Yeats’ Irish nationalism, Theosophical inclinations, or his occultism to gain entrance into his imagistic rendering of the collapse […]

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Lisel Mueller’s Radiant Vision of the World

I first read these words in the basement level of a Chicago bookstore close to twenty years ago and I knew Lisel Mueller was a woman to be trusted: In Passing How swiftly the strained honey of afternoon light flows into darkness   and the closed bud shrugs off its special mystery in order to […]

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