
creek that trickles
through a stark winterscape —
days from riverhood.

creek that trickles
through a stark winterscape —
days from riverhood.

The ones involving eating. They provided the necessary nutrients.

Condemnation placard
Stapled to the church door
With the commanding tone
Of Luther’s notice.
The Condemned has stately bones
But its skin and viscera
Are in shambles.
Sun pierces stained glass,
Bathing dirty surfaces
With bright color,
But the dust and rat shit
Remain to create a
Miasma within.
One day a wrecking ball
Will make good on the
Condemnation.



I don’t believe. I don’t disbelieve. I have insufficient data on which to draw a conclusion.
At least some part of me is always ready to move on.
However, I am missing the phase of human development in which the preponderance of social change advanced the Enlightenment values of tolerance, democratic governance, and rule of law.