Posts for June 16, 2025 (page 8)

what’s a fisherman to do with petrology?
for who born of the sea is likened
to a rock, one that shall surely sink?
from quarry to sculpting block, a living
stone is he now–those discarded nets deposited
along the shores of galilean sea.
still rough though wholly reformed, metamorphosed
was he through a burial deep of muddied
limestone sheets into a rock anew cut,
hewn from gleaming marble. this rock heart on
the block for the great Sculptor to chisel,
marked through an erosion most Divine.
in tender, scarred hands the Artist sculpts
this living stone into the creation He had in mind.

A mule sat down
‘neath a mulberry tree
sniffing at some flowers
though they buzzed with honey bees.  

The pollen made him sneeze
and he swallowed up a bee.
Now the mule is a-sitting
on a limb in the tree.

your round brown eyes,
    shiny with ceramic glaze
    from woods and soil, are
mugs sized like soup bowls,
and deliver coffee
    enough to necromance my insides.

It’s 105° and rising

the frog is feeling it now

time has come to jump

out of the pot

into the chef’s face

Please be mindful of your time, your day starts at eight a.m.
Breaking news
Did you upload that document?
At least 8 dead in shooting near Israeli and U.S.-supported aid sites in Gaza
Just following up on that voicemail that I left.
Why proposed Medicaid cuts could decimate rural hospitals
It’s not personal, it’s business.
After ICE raids in LA, families of those detained are desperate for answers
Can you explain why this didn’t get done?
The reaction as Trump’s travel ban on citizens from a dozen countries takes effect
Are you not taking this job seriously?
Journalists dodge rubber bullets in covering L.A. immigration protests
Hey, we need to talk about your tardiness.

Deep blue ridges watch me

dogwood turn to umber
tumble from branch to mossed understory
passing another  no exchanged regard
I let it go  this simple petal’d delight is enough 

for now 
I am back to the wonder

when all of all this  exists
how can one excuse need for an attention extension  
no masking this moment
here

A purple burst of petals
above the trinity of leaves in the
mountains and forests, lush presence
rooted in deep, dark humus and
covered with a light snow,
melting in an early spring surprise.

Trilliums bend low until
the morning sun gets the attention,
several open in unison, as if rejoicing
in place. The wood lily with triplet 
leaves, a whorl of mystery holding
up its prize.

A walk along the snowy path,
in between seasons, each with
its own splendor, each with its
own purge of ambivalence,
medicinal balm,
sacred symmetry.

I raised you with my scars
because they were all I had to give.
Lessons etched into skin, into silence,
into the way I sometimes held you too tightly
and sometimes not enough.

Each mark was a map,
a story I told without knowing
I was telling it.
I called it strength.
You called it home.
We both believed the lie,
until it wasn’t a lie anymore.

I’m sorry for the blindness in me,
the things I could not face
because naming them
would have meant
unraveling
entire rooms of silence,
For turning away
when the light hit just right
and showed me the cracks
I painted over
again
and again.

As you walked across the broken parts,
and didn’t break,
You found footing
on every piece of me I once thought
was unworthy.

The scars that grew thick over my pain,
Became the stepping stones
to the path you travel now.

Once I was super, a man made out of steel

I was moving round faster than a rat on a wheel

My mind was filled with ideas, a dam filled to the brim

Somehow it started leakin’, and soon I found I couldn’t swim.

The highs ain’t as high as they used to

On a good day I’m just a feeling blue

So I’d stay away if I was you

Cause the highs ain’t as high as they used to

Here comes the flood, here comes the end

All I can do is brace for impact, tumblin, something’s pulling me in

Now I’m a sittin on the shore, dried up, on my knees

I can’t make sense of this empty head full of all this disease.

The highs ain’t as high as they used to

On a good day I’m just a feeling blue

So I’d stay away if I was you

Cause the highs ain’t as high as they used to

I can’t even show my face, its not time for the show

The one where they can read your eyes, and the only thing you want is just to go

I look at my reflection as if its not really there

There lies the truth, but I got nothing left to care.

The highs ain’t as high as they used to

On a good day I’m just a feeling blue

So I’d stay away if I was you

Cause the highs ain’t as high as they used to