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I remember being under my Power Rangers comforter
in the darkness,
and clutching what was left of my teddy bear -
his stuffed stiff arms out in surrender to the pain.

Green Pimpled Spring

The birds' cracked voices spring
from the white pimpled Dogwood trees,
that shake off winter's bygone youth
to uncover unsure crocus buds.


Mornings always end the same, in a car,
on the way to work, done.
Then comes the time clock, the rolling glances to fellow workers.
And as I start the engine lathe,


'O certe necessárium Adæ peccátum…
quæ talem ac tantum méruit habére Redemptórem! '

Mortal Adam with fruit filled stomach stands.

Autumn Litany

It was Autumn, and the clouds unfolded like a blanket
filling night under its cover,
and the white worn pages of my prayers, dimmed.


'...they returned by another road' (Mt.2: 12) .

We are a constellation of wills,
fire consuming,

The Existentialist Club

belabors Satre
surmises life's not worth living;
then, returns home for coffee steaming.

While Cleaning My Room To Leave For Philly

I sifted through lingering memories
living like Lazarus wrapped in doodled notes in folders,
stiff in my desk drawer - slowly coming to light.

St. Bartholomew

Bartholomew left the world
the way we all do:
in a red and white martyrdom;
faith that peels your flesh

In B.V.I. Time

The captain's wooden bedroom door
with horizontal slates peeking down
latches fast to the fiberglass
by a silver hook fished through a silver eye

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