Tuesday, November 4, 2014


we might yet show them all;

those who doubt true belief
who break when they land,
those who don't hold hands,
who don't climb trees.

we might yet stand on a corner embracing 
like two teenagers.

like lovers outside of time
stones shaped by the waterfall
or the wind in your hair
like better weather.

we might yet pick up the flame
move it further than anyone believed
and the sound that makes sounds like a voice
but manifests as a beam of light
we haven't failed, the sound says
we've only nearly started.

Tuesday, July 8, 2014


the sky today
above chicago [hands reaching up]
breaks beauty in half &
tears down everything
but the truth;

[deeply azure &
the grand vista of 
dominance & judgement;]

reaching down to us the clouds
caress the tops of 
our steel-&-stone
[hands reaching up] as a 
proud but patronizing parent;

our children are less than children,
[hands reaching up]
when the sky stretches farther
than your poor, wide eyes
can see all at once;

our needs are so small,
your love is so small,
& each of us thinks everything
is happening to them
[hands reaching up];

who is doing this to you?
[hands reaching up] voices,
reaching up,
all of us [as well as I]
blame the sky.