Funeral Health Poems

I remember when I held my children for the first time

I remember when I spoke at my dad’s funeral ad libbing in a mix of...

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I wish I were put in a mental hospital.
I wish the doctor would say I need help.
I wish my teacher would tell others I won't...

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“we woke up early one morn, ego shorn
it felt as though we were in form reborn
nodes within stirred, boundaries blurred
our head and heart, with love...

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Love remains as scars on my soul
Torn apart by life’s vicious twist
The shape of you cuts a void in my whole

Toys stare blankly frosted with...

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I used to be alone,
nobody to talk to. 
Kept everything to myself.
Had a lot to work through.

then I got some friends,
they helped me for a...

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There's a man in the waiting room
much older than myself.


His hands shake, calloused and wrinkled. 
They're just hands but yet, 
they look naked. 
Perhaps a...

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The Art of Being Empty 
I was baptized in the TV light of The Biggest Loser  
and worshipped a version of myself that I...

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Friends,
Trumpians,
EcoFeminists

We gather here
to no longer hear divisions
across a win/lose 
zero-sum aisle
so we can see revisions
within a win/win
nonzero-exponential
future free of buried guile.

Green flowing fullness
no longer mourned
for...

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A parent wanting his son to survive,
For this begins to humanly strive
To snatch him back, have his Jim revive
The scene before twelve a buzzing beehive,
Even...

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Down secret streets, I glide
Down boulevards that twist and turn
Down the lanes of lost imagery 
I have seen in vacant rooms
Of awakenings
Of wandering shadows
Your eyes...

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Life is way too short for some, and far too long for others -


“Says here, ‘Lester Kiblingworth - a former county sheriff - and oldest...

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What can lies create, conceal, remake
That truth doesn't sanctify as pure snowflake
What could mouthed trust in Providence provide
That pride now, once desperate youth, would hide?...

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Well the Will of twenty twenty
Did not favour its kids gently.
Was the smirk in in that jerk's dying breath a gest left to make us...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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X marks the spot
Where a young child had stood,
Enjoying his friends company as only
A young child could.

X marks the spot
Where the child laid dying,
Medics there...

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