Monday, December 29, 2014

Friday, December 26, 2014

Prayer for a Friend Suffering from Depression

I speak to the spaces between all things,
that timeless dimension where all things are possible
and ask for your assistance.
To help a friend who has lost his way
and become blind to your grace,
your unconditional love for us all.
I recognize my own helplessness,
my inability to help him alone.

Thursday, December 25, 2014

The Cremation Of Sam McGee

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

The Chapbook — It is Night: Shall We be Together?

It is night:
shall we be together?

Shall we move into the flame
that reaches from your table
to a sky without a breath of God
but for what we make in genesis
when sleep is swept away?

Saturday, December 20, 2014

The Fourth Season

The ghostly birch extends it’s arms;
fingers protruding into the dark night
shadows — of geranium stain the ground.
A landscape so bleak it...
struggles against the thin air,
like shy lovers touching hands.

Friday, December 19, 2014


Look, pa, I got a bone
to bury with you. I dug

your grave all day just to do it
well. I practiced. Like you

taught me. With bruises
on my lips I sang elegy.

Thursday, December 18, 2014

Christmas on Sugar Hill

There was a book written a long time ago
That talked about a new kind of sound
The pages between the covers
are now yellow and brittle

Staring at black vinyl
spinning round and around
In between the cracks and the scratches
Was that new kind of sound