When the winter of civility is upon us,
when slander fills the air waves,
when democracy falls back cold,
and the earth shudders with fever,
He was four hours out of Los Angelis and needed to recharge his vehicle. It’s 2032 AD, he thought, and you can hardly drive a … Continue reading
I guess I’ll never get it right:
what God’s wrong and what God’s right.
At ten I knew which one He was:
the One and only One,
I think God is brighter than we think—
and bored with fat old books and brick facades.
I think She’s in my favorite coffee shop—
If you would give me God, do not give me marble spires that point above and do not give me sonorous words that call me … Continue reading
I was doing nothing much, between a nap and book, idly staring at the glass—the window in my wall—when casually I thought, that wall was painted by my … Continue reading