Monthly Archives: February 2004

A whisper echoes through my spirit; it says:I have one Son, and he is called a Nazareneand an American, and a Buddha and bin Laden

It baffles me still that their teeth are so perfect-white with nice, flat edgesAnd their eyes and smiles bright, their faces so filled with lifeBut on their breath is the smell of bloodAnd they carry with them only deathTheir presence … Continue reading →

The winter has not yet passedAnd I walk from the frozen ground of this gardenTo the edge of your pondAnd I watch for hours each nightAs you skate about, smiling like the crescent moonThat illuminates your graceful flightWoe that I … Continue reading →

They stole from us, but we are richer for itThe insecurity—the pain of violation—runs so deeplyWe fear we cannot escapeThe voidThat was their betrayal, but lives now in usThough they have long since gone and diedThe voidThey gave us and … Continue reading →

I remember better the time I spent in anticipationLike cleaning out the garage (where no cars were parked)Arranging the seats, setting up the stereo, sweeping the dusty floorI can hardly remember the time I spent there with friendsOr whether or … Continue reading →

I stood briefly once, on the peakAnd could see out into a small stretch of infinityThe wind blew through me, it seemedAnd nothing above but the bright empty skyThe air moved through me and I could not breatheAnd the world … Continue reading →

I don’t see a thing in the black darkness of night,when demons gently moan my name. It’s all I hear, like the sound of a gentle breeze that once comfortedbut now dims the candles that lit my way. My thoughts … Continue reading →

Your face escapes me, thoughyour name is very clear.All I can summon in my feeble heartis the image of your spirit—Laughter and play—with no face, no bodythat I can capture, witheven the best-laid traps.

I climb the jagged rockAt times slipping and withConstant strain to reachThe summit of your splendorAll the while, your joyful laughterComes from down belowBut I cannot, will not, dream of letting goFor you would never catch me