–photo by my son
shot of the day
the young woodpecker
hunger stirred
the fledgling bird
and to a tree he flew
now use your head
his mother said
as mothers often do
–photo by me
Six Word Stories
“Run and get mommy’s scissors, dear.”
Bonanza
When I was a child, my whole family would gather
together to watch Bonanza with my father.
Now that he’s gone, I watch the old reruns,
and it makes me feel as though we’re
somehow watching them together;
I can feel his kind and gentle presence.
Bonanza was one of his favorite shows,
and now it’s one of mine.
haiku 107
a perfect flower
is the summation of all
its imperfections
–photo by me
the beatitudes
blessed are the poor in spirit
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven
blessed are those that mourn
for they shall be comforted
blessed are the meek
for they shall inherit the earth
blessed are those who hunger
and thirst for righteousness
for they shall be filled
blessed are the merciful
for they shall obtain mercy
blessed are the pure of heart
for they shall see god
blessed are the peacemakers
for they shall be called
the children of god
blessed are they which are
persecuted for righteousness
for theirs is the kingdom
of heaven
–photo by my son aaron
shot of the night
i peer into
the void of space
and there she is–
my late wife’s face
–photo by my son aaron
you
who are you?
people like to tell you
who you are;
these people weren’t
born with some knowledge
that you weren’t.
never swallow the rocks
they’ve dished
up for you–
don’t believe them,
don’t believe me,
believe in yourself.
–photo by me
our northern border
no troops here
no refugees, no walls
no children in cages–
just the peaceful
rainy river on the
u.s./canadian border
i could swim
there and back
and nobody
would care
–photo by me
I thought I Knew
I thought I knew what love was
Until I watched a father push his crippled son
the entire length of a marathon, 26.2 miles,
in a home-made bed on wheels
I thought I knew what love was
–photo by me
