divinity poetry war

The Maid of Orléans

in the twelfth year

of her peasant girl existence

Joan of Arc

saw god before her eyes

asking her to wage war

for the good of France

to rescue her people from their strife

she believed

she swayed a king

she kissed her sword

she kicked some ass

she achieved the impossible

she paid with her burning life

she became a saint at 20

her ending irrelevant as smoke rise

the point is

she had the courage

to stand

and fucking fight


(written for Manny Feuerberg)

Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

no particular wednesday

my sun striped shoulders
think the sky
is not worth painting today

the dishes need no attention
as they sit cleanly stacked
white as roman senators
with no judgments to levy
from their cabinets

ah but my pen
my pen
she wishes to dance this day
into the past
along the lines
of a dance floor page