Category Archives: Poetry

The Ugly Time

Posted on December 11, 2018 by

I used to consider late autumn with its leafless trees and sullen skies the ugly time But then I grew up and came to understand its barren beauty how it saw the loss and longing in me and sent its moons … Continue reading →

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Complete

Posted on December 4, 2018 by

Here’s the paradox in Jesus’ teaching: What I want I must give. But I don’t have it to give because I am incomplete. Remember? So what must I do? I must let him invade me, must let him live in … Continue reading →

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Happiness is Nowhere

Posted on November 13, 2018 by

Happiness is nowhere. Happiness is now  here. What’s the difference?  Only air which sometimes fills the space for years   We hope that happiness will come although its presence may be fleeting They say it lingers long for some but others … Continue reading →

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Displaced Poet

Posted on October 24, 2018 by

Originally posted on Pitching Pennies Poetry:
for Joseph Brodsky who said: “The dolce vita is chocolate and champagne.” He bought bread in the little shop on the corner, had it wrapped mostly for the mystery and the precious paper, a…

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A Satisfied Cat

Posted on October 8, 2018 by

It’s hoodie weather. Finally! (I’m a t-shirt guy, but a t-shirt without a hoodie is like tights without a cape, right?)  Anyway, as I sat hoodied and warm in my armchair this morning, an afghan draped across my legs (knitted, … Continue reading →

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This Summer

Posted on September 22, 2018 by
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The Good Mosquito

Posted on September 10, 2018 by

As summer draws to a conclusion (in my hemisphere, at least), here’s a (sort of) tribute to the season’s least appreciated occupant. I dreamed I was a fat mosquito and thought it not a sin to drain the blood of … Continue reading →

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