A Friend Faith Keeps Dear

“Faith,” said a Friend, “is always near.”
A Friend trusting Faith finds depth.
“Faith speaks sincerely,” a Friend smiles, “in genuine hope.”
To a Friend trusting Faith, love is supreme.

Faith said, “A friend is …

Gun In Hand, Going To My Head

One by one I pushed shiny bullets into the cartridge. Ten of them. Slammed it up the grip of the black Taurus 9mm. Aimed straight at the heart from some twenty feet away, and…

Missed.…

Hear Hail

Hear hail
See hail
Feel hail
Fall
Pounding ice
Upon down me so
Rhythmic
So consistently
And quiet
Now I listen
To a tone of
Tapping time
Time
Time
Rhyming
Timing
Slapping sleet and
Frantic …

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Sitting Here in the Rain

sitting here in the rain
I cannot see
your wind-wild eyes
watching me
somehow time stopped
long ago
only moths and mysteries
remember when
but now
water like a flood
pours into my flesh
my …

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Fire Storm

“Come dance with me,”
Enticing currents cry.
“Inhale my wind,
You shall not surely die!”

Intense fire storm;
Can sharpened darts prevail?
“Behold my flame;
Touch not the sin-spiked nail.”

Look up, my soul,
Hold …

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Cloud Shroud

Cloud shroud hovers in down swirling air,
Red swarm hissing and kissing the sun,
River flood innocent choking despair,
Some crying justice, three being one;

Black tree drip darkens blood turning pale,
Dancing spirit and …

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Boys in the Balcony

They were fighter planes
the size of bubble gum wrappers

We weren’t supposed to chew gum in church
might make us cough and start a chain reaction
might fall out in the offering plate

What …

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Salvation Army

Ring your bells
wring your hands
fingers cling to splintered wood

The handle of the bell
fits the crease of your palm
like a bookmark in a ragged book

Ring your bells
wring your hands…

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Bound

I travel the tracks –
steel serpents
bruised beneath my heels

Feet crush rocks,
skip ties,
trip across nails –
heavy spikes, suitable for
the next crucifixion

Broken cross
tie, falling foot
print, my God, …

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words fail

She died at six days old. I attended her funeral this morning. I’ve been out of touch with the couple for some time and didn’t even know they were expecting until she was born. She …

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