Nightmare

Ad man with '70s hair: 
"Joe, betcha a trip to Paris that I can make them pay more for bottled city tap water than for milk."

Survival

For all, outside is camouflage and inside is truth. A hospitable spirit can pass the you/me definitions into spiritual commons.

Godlight

Like the sun, Love always shines.  
Like the moon, our ability to reflect it depends on how much we remain in earth's shadows.

Fashion

"I earned each crease and I'll keep the old face," she cried.
"No factory one that yells 'I'm what Mad Men decide!' "

Prayer

I try not to use words, for they limit my perception.

 I empty. 

Wait. 

Watch. 

Listen. 

Experience. 

I emerge still too verbose, 

humbled.

Comforters

Earth sleeps under starry ceiling

 and her pure white duvet. 

Her aura shines through the windows. 

Beauty keeps fear at bay.

Crocus

A leaf spears the cold iron ground. 

The blossom's fat, bright and round -- 

it's a party with no sound!

Baking Bread

Water, sugar, grain, oil, yeast: 

Gorging, belching in the heat, 

billions of wee moonshiners 

make our breakfast feast.

Biopsy

Deep with her breast they found small Stonehenge, 

its boulders while grains tumbled in circuit bright: 

Why? Death? Life? Dark? Light?

Candy Box

My guilt's easily numbered by empty rows. 

With just two in the house, gluttony shows!

Pain

Fiery-mawed ferrets gnaw into his belly,
while acid-jawed ant hordes flow up his spine --
ceaselessly.

Warming Winter

This year the snow is not virgin,
its purity penetrated
by even the young blades.

Liberia

Impeccable worker asks,
"Bleach bottle in trash? Please?"
I smile quizzically.
He claps joy.
"So good to carry water home."

Digital Scrabble Solo

Ado jo qi etui fa la rife.
She arranges squares for meaning
when she cannot control her life.

Tropical Vacation

Leaving icy perches,
their fuel almost spent,
birds bask in a sweet breeze
blown from a dryer vent.

Freedom

Each must break chains that bind us from our best:
ignorance, habits, ill spirit,
and self-perception forged in the marketplace.

Mr. President

He--vanguard valiant, 
ascetic aesthete, 
mountain mover, 
sacrificial servant--
calls for the best in us: 
rock-stock faithful.

MLK

Afraid, he yet holds ground.
He soaks from his roots
generations' pain, hate's manure, truth's wellspring.
His justice is a mighty oak.

Strange Alto

Fearing insanity, I ignore 
the clucking under the chancel pew. 
Hen vibrates: phone's throttled. 
Son, wait till I see you!

Noah Redux?

When water smothered earth's land,
the humans saved were the band
who heeded divine alarm.
They kept all creatures from harm.

Terse Verse

Drifting softly till forced into narrow shallows,
I must untie everything from the gunwales,
discarding even that I cherished.

Niggles

Memory, mind, soul or britches:
it's bad when you can't scratch itches!

Namaste

Floating in the Eye, we find light and liquid.
We are at One,
called by holy spirit to gather,
empty of preconception,
to I-Am.

Earth's View

A cancer, we spread beyond proper place and role.
Sick, feverish, she destroys what nourishes us,
dilutes us with salty blood.

Evangelist

He opens his gemmed pocket box.
Inside is his god,
impaled on velvet and wriggling,
drawing us away from the Holy.

Twitterland

"This seems a place where no one listens," noted Alice.
"Cabbages and kings," said the Walrus, his mouth quite full.

Twitterland2

 "It seems here that those who would lead many must follow many,"
observed Alice.
"Off with her head!"
shrieked the Queen.

Motherthoughts

Why a buttered English muffin in a potted ficus? 
Ah, kids 5, 3, 2! 
Why not eaten by the dog? 
Ah, that is the mystic's query. 

Michigan Winter

An icy-dicey
whip-slip
nail-hail
white-blight
freeze-knees
beat-sleet
bog-fog
scraper-caper
sled-head
snow-blow
no-go
day.

Pure Joy

When the fruit of body and soul
returns to care for body and soul,
then love's circle rolls forward on wheels of gratitude.

Last Night

The future,
warm and soft and fragrant,
curled upon my breast and belly
and with his breathing alone
demanded global protection.

Suspect Pizza

At dawn I conquered,
relocating it from fridge onto snow.
Sentinel Crow was gleeful at carrion: "Haw-HA!"
A murder ensued.

Cliff

Weaving fingers in small roots,
we dangle in a colder wind,
wonder how long we could fly,
and strain to hear if help is coming.

Vacation

Sleep sealed holes in the marrow where spirit seeped,
swept out attic cobwebs,
piled wood on the hearth,
and kissed my eyelids.

Heaven

Heaven isn't sudden.
Daily, it's pools reflecting our best,
relationships resonating with Spirit,
music cascading soul,
and nature's "Aha!"

Gen Xbox

I show frogs to spotless kids in the park.
They must think my pail overflows with maggots,
though that should be interesting too.

Care

Both the young and the frail need love's dome:
to ensure safety, guide, assist, advocate, 
and push their independence to its limits.

Ashes

Life distilled by fire was in sweet atonement spread.
In ambush she tried to scrub "dirt on your forehead."

Crime

Crime: human.
Verdict: guilty.
Sentence: death.
Liberty: house arrest.
Stay of execution: awaits decision.
Appeal: none.
Pardon: God.

Filtered

Filtered of dross, distilled, sweetened, mindful and responsive,
consumed to be love, energy, and light --
these only remain of my ambition.

Time Machine

Foolishly, I enter.
I am was will has been would hast be willst will
will am was was ugh milldog ong gurg pluperfect.
Ack.

Sanctuary

A pew decked in blue-sharded light, sun-sifted trees,
a backyard chair, purple pulses behind my eyelids --
these are holy sites.

Holy Leverage

Balance your relationships by the minute with love,
and know others' fulcrums
before they start throwing their weight around.

#artwiculate*: maneuver

Asked why she didn't use the new vacuum cleaner,
the Yorkshire wife said "because it's a man 'oover, of course."

*#artwiculate is a Twitter game in which players try to craft the most creative post from a given word. 

Midnight

New constellations lead my path --
Microwavius, Clocki, Cableboxalis, Smokealarmia, Coffeeissetius --
all under a nightlight moon.

Giant

Orders: slay.
Sitrep: so close, huge, nothing vital accessible.
Action: polishing brass buttons on its shoes.
Plan: nibble to death.

Balance

Life isn't a pirouette, but a bucking bull ride, 

a long spanking requiring tenacity, midair shifts and appropriate calluses.

#artwiculate*: "nefarious"

Nefarious Ned cackled, tied her to the tracks,
heard the whistle, noted rope nearby.
"Egad! I used my mustache!" he shrieked.

*#artwiculate is a Twitter game in which players try to craft the most creative post from a given word.

#artwiculate*: "pipistrelle"

Pipistrelle thugs hang out at the corner to pop bugs and rank pipistrellettes. "Man, didya hear the tail membrane on that one?"

*#artwiculate is a Twitter game in which players try to craft the most creative post from a given word.

*#artwiculate: "terpsichorean"

Success eluded terpsichorean millepede. It took days
to tie her slippers, and her pas de deux was a study in acatalepsy.

*#artwiculate is a Twitter game in which players try to craft the most creative post from a given word.

#artwiculate*:"acatalepsy"

Acatalepsy: Gangnam-style dancer who dips felines
 into pub brew despite the high probability they'll shred his shorts

*#artwiculate is a Twitter game in which players try to craft the most creative post from a given word.

#artwiculate*: "photovoltaic"

At a 'Vole Vogue' shoot, a model electrified the photog
with her curvaceous tail and tiny ears, and he deemed her photovoltaic.

*#artwiculate is a Twitter game in which players try daily to craft the most creative post from a given word