Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends writing

green glass

i went to a cathedral today
knelt on red velvet
in a vestibule
of a religion
not my own

lit a green glass votive candle
the same color as your eyes

i’ve finally forgiven you

but maybe i only came by that
because i defeated you

in the process
helped save another person’s life

my lips needed no intermediary
speaking directly to grace

i prayed for the salvation
of your undeserving soul

my steady hand
dropped a two dollar bill
in the donation box
what together felt like

the only thing you ever said to me of value
as we counted church steeples
from a high rise window
in downtown cincinnati

a person must have unwavering faith

i no longer believe in you

and though i don’t claim to know what it is

i believe

in the goodness of god

Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends writing


is what lies
within a good heart
the last time
a human
closes their eyes

Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends writing

the remaining pearls

i hold
the black hole history
the wasted gas
air fare
the futility of it all
against her
but i do not
i stand solidly incapable
not one part of me misunderstands
or resents her
we accepted the same candy
handed out of a van
we escaped the same mind maddening cage
grew the same gills
we lost pieces of ourselves fighting
the same bloody war
left with the same bite marks
and rage
so when i hear her heart still beating
i smile and think of us
diving through sargasso
for the remaining pearls

Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

for john

he sits back all kerouac
with the holy city rising behind him

he is
the embodiment
of everything a lesser poet ever wanted to say
but wasn’t brave enough to write

he is
my america

he is
the way a man should wear a hat

he is

poetry Uncategorized

the port of messina

ruins of the fortress smolder


she has been unchained from the tyrant

freed by howling liberators


all cease to hail

the master of bloody card tricks


he fails to find grace

or coins for his dead eyes

behind unfearing ears


the man who would kill the world sure in the notion

he was the sole heir

paraded backwards atop royal donkey

steam rising from his legend

he now knows the planet is round


she tosses her ring into the bottomless pit of him


grateful for life yet to be lived

her mind races to gather precious moments from the fire

optimism kindness mercy wisdom charity

all she has learned

placed into saint juliana’s reliquary head

carried in her saddle leather


gilded war horse mounted

her rosewood eyes survey the newly lost world

she follows the light upward

embers rise from collapsing thatched rooftops

becoming stars

as they reach azure firmament


around her neck

a rosary made for the christian messiah

silver crescent moon for allah

the seal of solomon

and a piece of amber for those who know

god is the sky


riding stick lashes across time

thunderously galloping

toward the gateway to the holy land

she seeks a new jerusalem


plumes of red and orange organza

silk and chiffon

explode from her stride

the dust remembering big bang theory

as she soars triumphant

towards a goodness

unlike any she has ever known


a place where tongues speak truth

hearts are brave and upright

so that any god may love them


surrounded by those

who have paid their prayer tax

she has made her own way

to the port of messina


behold the blue sea


cerulean wishing well


and the possibility

of a heaven

that will decide

what becomes of us



i stop
to consider
the plus column
life’s gifts given
grace bestowed and exhibited
loved received
lessons learned
intuition inherited
immunity earned
via ancient dna

lately life
is all column A
universal humility
gratitude for my existence
glasses more than half full
my cup runneth over
i raise a glass for each passed away

when feet are held to fire
and your soul fails to burn
you cease to fear the
the flint and friction filled
happiness arsonists
it’s your sense of what is good
and what feels right
that burn so brightly
impervious to incendiary bombs
and tooth decay

i am lucky
i survive
i am alicia
for that
i am grateful
for knowing
for being
for breath
for the smallest things
for twin boys with blue eyes
for being secure
the bearer of joy

no fools to suffer
no mandatory litany lists
or force fed hurt
i am a stronger me
i am unswayed

thank you