AMEN
October 26, 2018“Dear Heavenly Father,” I began, “please help me do well on this test.” I was on my way to the Garfield Community Center in the Central District to take a skills test for a City…
“Dear Heavenly Father,” I began, “please help me do well on this test.” I was on my way to the Garfield Community Center in the Central District to take a skills test for a City…
I write for my friend Michael,
who alone on our island
had grace I could dive into.
Boyhood buddy of beach-night bonfires,
Since hope is a thing with feathers that perches in the soul,
Then, belief is the feather vane
holding it together.
The black-cassocked crow
broods in the eucalyptus
where blood-red umbellates
breathe out the odor of camphor.
As the graves grow green
and spring missiles its
multitudinous wings,
the blade that scrapes one face
tomorrow scrapes another’s legs
smooth for each other
Amber, formerly pine sap where ant wings settled, feathers, the occasional
tiny frog. A drop of the Jurassic Age I wear around my neck.
A Chop Wizard with its plastic cup, blades, hand crank tearing into the
onion like a cheetah, membrane and flesh.
The angel met him once every four years
in what is now the Ina Coolbrith Park.
The first time digging them up took longer
than the angel had anticipated.
When I looked at the body
I thought only in clichés,
those that I had yet to experience
for thirty years.
May 14, 2017 I dreamt of Pavel Florensky, black-bearded, white-robed, scrunched and sharpened face, quizzical eyes, stepping into a dark classroom, eerie light in a still shaft from the rain-battered skylight above, unblinking student cadets…
I once thought Faith the expense to secure
A pass aboard the Boat That Cannot Sink,
Destined for the Island Of The Sure:
A place of facts, concordance, sutured chinks.