The newsreel

The roll and the flicker of days

comes in and out of focus

like an old newsreel

the colours are washed out

yellow and brown

the voices with mock seriousness

describe events

like they had any importance at all

it could be the story

of someone’s life

like mine

Like a lot of my poems, this arrived last night. I look at it and wonder where that came from?

The will of stars

Photo by Dan Fraser

Stumbling about this morning

with the wreckage

of an old body

I contemplate submission

to the will of stars

to the maker of stars

to the mission and the mood

of oceans

to the maker of oceans

The face

Photo by Dan Fraser

I was given this face to wear 

for the journey of this life 

most days I call it my own 

and make it the best that I can

other days I look in the mirror

and wonder who that is

at the end of the journey

when I meet the giver

I hope I can explain how I lost it

somewhere along the way

I don’t think anyone else 

can wear it

The other side of now

There is a figure waving

from the other side of now

there is a sweet pain gripping me

more than I allow

there are silent footsteps leaving

from the question mark of right

while the patient wings of love

are flying into light

Our crows

We have two resident crows

at our house

when I speak to them

they understand me

do you

World traveler

When I tell you

I am a frequent traveler

between worlds

I am not speaking of astronomy

what is a world

what is my means of travel

when I return from the inner stars

I am not speaking of astronomy

if when I greet you

I say you live in outer space

this is not about astronomy

perhaps we will meet 

if I make a landing in your world

are you a student of astronomy

Words in the air

I don’t remember 

the exact words or the room

or the date and time

but the words continue

to hang in the air

perhaps they will fall

by their own weight

and bring down the wall

they created

A sense of calm urgency

A sense of calm urgency

flows through knowing

that every deed we do 

and object we grasp

has no importance

to the shifting dust on the face

of Saturn

yet each tiny particle

is the beauty and vibrating center

of creation

Five words

If you are going to say five words

you can’t skip from three to five

it doesn’t work that way

even if you say

what four

ok I apologize

even if you say what for


How many times has my wife given me that funny look from something I said. I shrug my shoulders and explain, I can’t help it, I’m a word guy. She smiles and shakes her head.