Blog categorized as The Frontier

Nothing is Easy, Everything is Hard

Nothing is created.

Not the small beat of first love, not the big bang of your wedding day,

Not the first hour your first daughter was born.

Nothing is destroyed.

Not ideas, not technology,

Not real love that bloomed before your eyes.


Everything is struggle.

Uphill careers, backward relationships,

Rusted-ou...


Third of May

Why reject the reverence

That makes this day,

This day,

More holy than yesterday or

Tomorrow?


If your birthday is just a number,

Aren’t birthdays mystical as well?


When Pythagoras sat cross-legged

Looking out at the Ionian Sea, 

Listening to the inaudible symphony

Of a mathematical universe,

When Cardano ...



My Father’s Body

Confronting my father’s body

In exquisite silence, alone in the vast emptiness 

Of a small room in the funeral home.


His rigid body, his eyes 

Diminished, sunken, closed 

Tight like the fists of a child.


His feet were exposed and cold

Outside of the blanket 

Covering his body.


I spoke, no...




The Playwright- I

The ghosts of our fathers shall never leave us.

They hover over our lives

Like Ra over the Temple at Heliopolis.


Concentric rings from

Whiskey shot glasses 

Stain our memory.


Punishments roil within,

Rage of the hand, capricious rage 

That off-centered expectation of the real.


Sphynx silence, 

...




Dad’s Villanelle

Have your cake, and eat it too,
Was what he said to inspire.
Do what you really want to do,

Make motions, move mountains, start
The journey of balance on a wire.
Have your cake, and eat it too.

You can do both work and art,
Make beautiful things from deepest ire,
Turn lost hours into sapphire blue.

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