Rectangular composition of flying black vulture
Being human, existential poetry, healing poetry, poetry, Uncategorized

When You Love Someone, You Clean Them

A five word poem begins with five given words—and becomes whatever truth they unlock. Five words from my son… DogKillingBananaSandwichMeat I closed my eyesand saw a large, black bird flying. He looked at mewith the kind of spirited, unconditional lovemost commonly seenin the eyes of a dog. I realized, as he faced me,that he was… Continue reading When You Love Someone, You Clean Them

Impressionist painting of vibrant wildflowers mixed with various colorful candies and lollipops.
Being human, existential poetry, healing poetry, poetry, Uncategorized

Patience for the Yum Yums

A five-word poem begins with five given words—and becomes whatever truth they unlock. Words from my sister and her two-year-old daughter : Flapjack, ice, yum yum, predicament, & vanity Stuck.Too much on the mind. Overwhelmto the point of freeze. I can’t decidewhat to door how to start. To break the ice—to burst into flowlike water… Continue reading Patience for the Yum Yums

Being human, existential poetry, healing poetry, poetry

I Am a Moment Passing

Today I am blank—somewhat hidden. I am bare,a featureless void. I am aloof detachment,pondering nothingness. I am anxiety,yearningfor the returnof my usual fervor. There is something in meunaccounted for— because I am notdetached,nor uncurious,nor lethargic. Just… a pale need,a slight ache,a quiet confusion. How am Ideficientand fragmented? And I am told—you are noteither of those… Continue reading I Am a Moment Passing

Being human, existential poetry, healing poetry, poetry

All Ugly Beautiful

5 word poems are something I used to do a lot around 20 years ago and am getting back to again. A person gives me 5 random words, and I write a poem with them. I write these very spontaneously and am often surprised by what comes out of me. Just to get started, I… Continue reading All Ugly Beautiful

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The Golden

I wrote this poem after losing too many golden-hearted people to depression and suicide.