Posted in Musings and Reflections


some of you will continue your evolution towards fully
becoming the walking dead

you will think only of protecting
yours and your kind
you will buy more guns and ammunition
you will still drive
(and live) without regards to
you will prioritize money over people
women and children will still die
in the hood over your perceived slights
you will continue to place your faith
in weapons outmoded philosophies
conspiracy theories and a worldview
founded on fear
you will continue to weaponize your religion
you will make plans to weaponize a virus

you probably will survive
your humanity will not

the rest of us will remain human
we have been prepared for this
our hearts will remain open
we will sing from balconies
we will play cellos where
snipers fire
we will listen to the voice of
wisdom shouting in the streets
we will march forth in a spirit
of hope and sharing
we will give our lives if need be
we will love
we will choose to be kind
we will serve
we will tend the sick
we will give our ventilator to a stranger
we will die by the thousands

we may not survive
but our humanity will

(*the open hearted)

Posted in Prayers and the Sacred

The Gift of Seeds

this sabbath morning
finds me rising
from the underground
the words of the
virtual priest
in my head
stepping out into the
of the sunroom
to greet her
entering in
from outside
empty bag in hand
in these days
that life has
not changed
for our other
and that she
with her
caring heart
will continue
to feed
the birds

Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems)

Stuck with Some Bad Company

i am sure my neighbors
get annoyed
but it’s one way i
shout i am alive
i will not
give in to the

the first thing i do
once i get in the
truck is roll down the
windows and crank up the
stereo with some
bad company

i leave for work
electric guitars
drums banging
bass thumping
waking the neighborhood
with what has become
my rocking prayer

i can’t get
enough of your

Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems)

Giving Up Air

i wonder if i could be so gracious
if i could stare without fear into the unknown as my lungs cry out for oxygen
like my friend on the phone
who says if he was sick
he would let another have the ventilator
and move on into that other place
where there is no shortage
of breath

such are the choices that may
loom just over the horizon
while some discuss compensation
and the guns they possess
and others make soup and bread to share with those on the edge
i think of my loved ones who may not be with me in the coming days
the sadness that may await on the morrows

and yet i know that the spirit
blows where ere it will
the tops of the budding trees
gently sway before the
brightening sky
and now this morning at least
i feel a sense of peace
my heart expanding
like opening lungs
as the one who holds this
groaning world in her hands
breathes new life
and a love for all
into me

Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems)

All that is Greek to Me

To succumb as did Socrates,

poisoned by hypocrisies,

and disregarded philosophies,

must I make peace with my mediocrities?

Am I enslaved to Euripedes,

a servant to Sophocles,

a traveler in tragedies,

fated to a future of futility?

Or like the ill-conceived bumble bee,

a waxy-winged Icarus cast into the sea,

or the golden-tongued Demosthenes,

will truth forever my guiding sun be?

Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems)

Writing on the Apocalypse

there is a comfort that comes
with the scratching of the pen
the slow refinishing of a church altar
the precociousness of a child
who blissfully does not fully realize
the fearful nature of these times

my writing takes me into the day
old wood grain shines like new in the morning sun
the laughter of children playing greets me as I step outside

Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems)

There is a grayness to the air

i could leave for work now
but there is no traffic
i’d just sit in the parking lot
waiting until the alarm is turned off

the world moves still
but it does so with a kind of wariness
there is a grayness to the air
as if that which we anxiously
wait for has somehow
discolored the sky

so i will remain here
for a few minutes more
gazing out into the morning
wondering when color
will return again to our

Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems)

The Comfort of Sparrows

with my eyes
i turn towards the
eastern window
to see the
of a bird in
across the
of my

in these days
i will not
in fear
wide open
the sun
the crocus
from her
the birds

Posted in Video and Moving Pictures

An Experiment on the Morning after Sen. Warren ends her Presidential bid

Following Sen. Warren’s announcement that she is dropping out of the presidential race, I decided to try a little experiment. I would read the morning paper with two questions in mind;1) how many images of women are there?2) how are women portrayed in the images and/or what is the story behind the image?The video is below:The results are rather sobering.

Vid re-edited.