A slow and perfect spring rain
Stretches out into a second morning,
And my backyard drinks it up
With no one watching but me.
The others in my home sleep late,
And won’t go out back anyway.
Nor me, but I watch from a window,
My meditation is done
And the first light of day grows.
I am quiet, sipping black coffee
And watching the rain.
Love and hope walk together down the same street. Sunset, sunrise, midnight; it doesn’t matter. Step by step they walk, arms linked. S...
A cold night. I shiver as I write down the names of the gods I deny, and then erase them all. The page is again blank. Each time I erase a ...
Like blood on the hands of a policeman, like the screams of a beaten prisoner; a cat cries out in the night. It is the sound of my life spr...