Asparagus

I grow asparagus While remote Arctic bases Sprout in the far north The conning towers Of submarines break through The ice like black plants They say We don’t want War but we will defend our (fill in the blank) Keep your eye on them Keep your eye on yourself too Cross yourself We are In …

We must be more than prophets, Part2: Ed McCurdy’s vision — A prose poem

Last night I had the strangest dream. It wasn’t the strangest dream I ever dreamed before But it was strange for me: I was in a large room with three friends On the second floor of an old building Facing main street. I and my friends were using it as an ad hoc gym. The …

Dreadful knocking — a sonnet followed by a reflection on what is meant by “dharma”

Some like to test the acuity of their brain To see if they are losing any powers of cognition, But I have watched more than just cognition wane From coast to coast across this fogged-in nation. It used to be smog that made it hard to breathe But now it’s something else that steals my …