r james sterzinger Poems

This morning
While I was
Walking the dog,
A birdy in a short
...

This morning
I saw St. Catherine
On the corner the street
Not in religious ecstasy
...

I.
Everything was held together by
Duct tape, rusty nails and good luck.
It was only forty acres and we rented it all out
...

the evangelist slipped
fell broke his hip.

he was scheduled to go
...

we bought two picture books that day
one brown one red
the covers in faux leather
...

the angel
of suppose
smiled at me
as I crossed
...

got out of bed
went to the shower
Lazarus, Lazarus
who riseth thee from the dead
...

she wants me
to turn my mind
toward the light
my eyes maybe
...

I am finally ready
to confront
a most untidy
Augean Stable
...

he was made wrong
blame his mama
blame his daddy
blame God
...