Poetry
3/3/2019
At the Crossroads
The only right sacrifice
in the timeless temple
is to leave
by but one
of the Thousand Thousand Ways.
It would seem a sacrilege here
to forsake
Nine Hundred Thousand
Nine Hundred Ninety-Nine
perfectly good
roads to happiness
and right living
—Nine Hundred Thousand
Nine Hundred Ninety-Nine good wives
each …
12/20/2018
Silent Night
I need space.
Public spaces are filling up
with noise and flashing lights.
Parking lots are filling up.
Hotels and guest rooms are filling up
with homeward bound.
Family rooms are clogging
with tinsel and stagnating stuff
and credit card purchases and tripping hazards.
Kings are hunting children.
There is …
12/16/2018
Meiosis
I can feel their subsonic moans
out there beyond the membrane.
Swimming through the metacosmos,
alternate universes
are drawing near—
other ways
how everything could have been,
how things could be.
It could all go wrong.
It could all finally go right.
My universe secretes something.
These others swell with …
11/29/2018
All God Is
Through depression
Parker Palmer learned
that God might not be a god
after all
but a wordless creature
way back in the woods,
deep in the base of his animal brain
wanting to live
after all, and
if that's all God is—
And it would make sense
that in a …
11/19/2018
Dealings with the Shadowlord
Witches whisper of partnering
closely, carefully, dangerously
in the dark
with certain gods
or goddesses
fickle or willful, playful or demanding,
surging with power.
I found the scat of a large animal
full of claws and fur
of the animals it devoured
on the trail I walk daily
between the …
11/14/2018
Inviting
Habdur, "the inviting
here and now",
"the space
of invitation",
waits
at the Nexus of Possibilities,
calls
at the Crossroads of Multiverses,
cradles
in the weaving of the Thousand Thousand Ways
we could have lived,
we could yet live.
Here we rest our heads
very near to past selves,
future …