with each wave
these last moments
bathe our consciousness

there is nothing else.

the breeze
takes our hair
to wave goodbye

jobs are waiting.

put the tiny shells
in your pockets
I tell the boys

so the big ones won’t crush them.

two buddies –
they are eleven
never to be eleven again

the wind dries the tears I hide.

2003

to be a delight

July 11, 2006

a young
supple leaf
amid many others
firmly affixed
to a whipping green limb
riding the wind
suckling milk
without pause
basking in the nurturing sun
according shade
to the lovers
below

1981

twilight on the porch

July 11, 2006

it’s a big ass mosquito! whap
whap whap
whap
got’em

damn – it’s a daddy long legs,
sorry man

( he staggers away from
my reach )

2003

haiku by Pfizer

July 10, 2006

she is a shy girl
we medicate her each day
she is a delight

2006

like quiet is a place

July 10, 2006

was it a place?
maybe it was a place –
like quiet is a place
to stop amid the noise
and find yourself there.

was it a process?
maybe it was a process –
like birth is a process
to come into something
you have – and have not – been in before.

was it a game?
maybe it was a game –
like a tree is a game
to hide up among the leaves
knowing autumn will soon arrive.

circa 1985

happy cat

July 9, 2006

a bag tips over
grapes roll by like green mice
cat gives chase

BINGO lingo

July 8, 2006

when our parish has BINGO
I wonder:
how can we call birth control
unnatural

1982

Perhaps… 2

July 6, 2006

our lives
are the
hands of God
kneading Love
into the protoplasm

2005

Ask Mister Helpful

July 5, 2006

Question:

Dear Mister Helpful,

I love to eat at McDonalds because it is cool and the food is really really good. But every time I eat there I feel sick about 45 minutes later. What should I do?

Signed, Nauseous in Nashua

Answer:

Dear Nauseous,

Try eating 45 minutes earlier.

I’m lovin’ it,

Mr. H.

where then?

July 5, 2006

it may seem
as one gets older
and friends
begin to die off
and associates
begin to die off
and siblings
begin to die off
and unknown age-mates
populate the obituary

it may seem
life has become a game
of musical chairs

2004