Starting Zoloft
Subtle focal shift, like being able to ignore an itch. Dose too low?
Psalm 139
Whither can I go from my presence? And where can I flee from the works of my hands? Behold, if I stand at the remotest edge of the world...
Tzimtzum
(see definition for tzimtzum) One reads of it in books - the great epiphany upon death; The hero learning, seeing – no, remembering –...
The Man Who Walked On His Knees
To describe him as odd would be to miss the mark completely. He was so much more than odd, so beyond eccentric, though decidedly not...
My Grandfather's Glasses
A shift of light reveals my lenses’ smears ‘Til then unseen in shadow where I write; Reveals how I have come, with passing years, To see...
The Living God
It comes of a sudden, without preamble or warning; In an instant the fullness overwhelms, stuns you senseless, And leaves you gasping...
Hurricane Dead
The next day – unyielding blue perfection, remorseless sun – the ruin is revealed and the Press, inured to all hyperbole, proclaims...
Working Hands
I look down at my hands, The hands of an old man. What work have they done? What work is left in them to do? These two riddles resting on...
Coward
He had remained mute throughout the proceedings, from the preliminary hearings to this climactic moment of high theater. To have spoken...
Sitting With Sadie
we sat your hand in mine addled mind and mindfulness you adrift somewhere in the realm of dream sleep confusion lost in the folds of...
