Four Photographs

It is not the simple snapshots we have taken that are real… it is flux, it is change that is real.             — Henri Bergson I. picture a moment of surf scattered sun poured in a bottle corked and sealed with wax carried on the tide bobbing about the constant current of time’s ceaseless flow […]

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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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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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A Confession

I am not a learned man, as I sit in this empty room I admit the diplomas on my wall are certificates of debt – nothing more; perhaps if my learning did not come through an untamed curiosity and fits of wild distraction I could speak higher of my higher education.   My library is […]

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Somewhere in Between

It’s hard to live somewhere in between the gutter and the stars to sing rhapsodic songs in the tangled wreckage of yesterday’s swirling storms   Harder still to believe silence isn’t a threat but a holy invocation into an unspoken litany an invitation that melts memory of the mire and night’s indigo shine into a […]

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A Lullaby in the Storm

Don’t worry child, the flickers aren’t the horror film projection of your nightmares, or the fiery arrows of an intemperate god. The rumbles aren’t the drumbeat of giants warring in the sky, or boulders crashing down the mountain. The sheets of water that beat the window beside your bed aren’t a wind-blown flood, or a […]

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