The only member of the King Lear. Glee Club and Dancing Society. Meets this morning on a bus stop bench. In the Kroger parking lot to perform. The Off This Mortal Coil Shuffle. His hair is ruffled,. While only his own fingers. Play on his xylophone ribs. He rises to scuttle crabwise among the Pontiacs. And Chryslers, peering into their windows. To sneer at the food wrappers and baby seats,.

Tuesday, May 16, 2017. TO THE SALMON-PINK CARESSES OF THE LEAF a thousand times half-opened and fixed detached offered as music to the fires and long trains of spangles. Waved and crazy so said and splashed in glory and rockets screamed and. Painted to the pearly distinct braids to the solitudes seen all mixed up. With the caressing burned distillations to the branches and to the raised. Of the water armor screamed at the window with.

Welcome to my reflections and meditations on our world of beauty and mystery. I hope that you find here a phrase, an image, or thought to carry with you on your way. These poems represent my evolving prayer in a world of beauty and mystery. My first book of poetry. Cover image by David Noah, Winterville, Georgia. Thursday, March 8, 2018. You may call them butter butts. You caught an idle glimpse. Looking out from the kitchen sink.

Friday, April 3, 2015. I long to think invisible thoughts. But without moving my head I see a white goat. A gray donkey a white horse marked by a brown leaf shape on one flank. A brown horse with a white face a black cow another black cow. A black and white dog a tawny long-haired dog. Yellow green grass skinned over a low slope. Tilting above the run-off creek at its bottom. Like a slow wave of red dirt punctured. By the gray lilac trunks of pecan trees. Bare of leaves but waiting with lifted arms.