Myth

a stubborn storm
12.18.06

sleeping,
I saw a vision of the sea

sepia stillness,
a facade framed in black

then He arose,
rebuked the charade

sending
color beams piercing

kneading,
churning stagnant waters

singing:
peace be still

magenta caressing,
the wind did lull

yellow embracing,
the storm did cease

there
was tranquility

and
it was good

Stacks of Hay
1.24.07

Omaha Beach, Normandy
Summer 2006

let us not forget
12.14.06


eerily, waves wash a shrapnel shore

silence mingles with chaos that will not be quelled

this Easy Red, a prophet’s call, tombstones line the landing

upon cruel sand they fought for lodgment, endured the longest day


stunned children falter. churning. mourning,

imagining boys in the midst of a fog field dodging bullets

sun buzzing on this bloody channel begging, “remember”

flak bursting overhead, "bravery to the fore!"


a single star once lit a sky to fill our hearts with courage

birth in the line of fire celebrated under a luminary sky

one child born to execute an extraordinary mission whispers,

"will you disembark?"



39 lashes
11.05.05

time
was ticking, fission
was inevitable it had
begun

the
destructive device
was in their midst
and they were sore
afraid

so
they formulated a
defense against
Oppenheimer’s
demon:

defuse
the approaching ache

impede
an impending doom

gather
in standardized pods

chant
the conglomerate creed

wear
the prescribed uniform

but
the minds of men are
weak, for in their quest to quell
a radioactive fear they lost
sight:

39 lashes
are more than enough to
dismantle an atomic
bomb



In the 1960’s Simon and Garfunkel blended Scarborough Fair with "Canticle," to create an anti-Vietnam war song. Inspired by their harmonic storytelling and a photograph of castle ruins, “Ravenstone Canticle,” blended with Scarborough Fair laments the dilemma of institutionalized Christianity.

(Ravenstone Canticle)
10.05







(menacing stones from a faraway land)
(ruins forewarning a shadowy plague)
(a fortress is groaning as ravenwings rouse)
(sickness not born of this flesh nor of bone)

(rootless and hollow she’s beckoning souls)
(caught in the midst of spiraling time)
(tapestries echo, watchtowers aglow)

(pilgrims devoted to sleep dreamy speeches)
(refusing the call of angelic psalms)
(must march forth in courage they’ve long ago forgotten)




Are you going to Scarborough fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt,
(menacing stones from a faraway land)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
(ruins forewarning a shadowy plague)
Without no seams nor needle work,
(a fortress is groaning as ravenwings rouse)
Then she’ll be a true love of mine.
(sickness not born of this flesh nor of bone)

Tell her to find me an acre of land,
(rootless and hollow she’s beckoning souls)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
(caught in the midst of spiraling time)
Between the salt water and the sea strand,
(tapestries echo, watchtowers aglow)
Then she’ll be a true love of mine.

Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather,
(pilgrims devoted to sleep dreamy speeches)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
(refusing the call of angelic psalms)
And gather it all in a bunch of heather,
(must march forth in courage they’ve long ago forgotten)
Then she’ll be a true love of mine.

Are you going to Scarborough fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.


light a fire
12.25.05

burn
apathetic images
look beyond
facades

touch
the untouchable

face
filth and falsehood

seek
truth in the midst of chaos

and
you will find freedom

light a fire:
born
in the midst
of a rough hewn
shit-scented shelter
swaddled and laid amongst
beasts and fodder

light a fire:
illuminate brilliance
born to bring inexplicable joy
to a weary world


dance
11.24.06

why do we seek answers
to insoluble questions
by pacing perimeters

static choreography
threatens to undo
this delicate work

delight is ours,
let us live as
dancers in the wings

life is not for telling
rather, the pursuit
of collective steps


Battle
11.22.06

We
Have been endowed
with a mind.

Through
it the world
will grip a glimpse
of the soul.

Weakness and strength
wage war:

Let the games begin!






momentum
12.30.06

it’s an upstream
endeavor

here at the mouth of
Ensor’s carnival

mobs lurk
behind masks

cruel calculated
fomentation

clowns crushing
our steps

subjects
of misunderstanding

moving within
mayhem

a halo
awaits

bearing
momentum