Ceiling Tiles

December 13, 2017

crisp white ceiling tiles look down on me

each fitting perfectly in their square

you can have your high and mighty

i’m happy living down here

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The Shoe Box

December 10, 2017

our universe

is inside an old shoe box

— lid held on by a tiring rubber band —

on a dusty shelf in God’s attic

a long-forgotten collection

from His youth

December Gray

December 7, 2017

the December gray

covers us as a blanket

still we feel the chill

Old Photo Albums

December 5, 2017

Thumbing through old photo albums

I see monochrome ghosts in the prime of their lives

Smiling

Laughing

A gleam in their eyes

Soon to be memories in a dusty book

Future Journals

November 29, 2017

someday

sooner than later

if I had to guess

during drought and wildfire

heatwave and hurricane

as bullets rain down

and blood floods the cracks in our sidewalks

between bomb sirens’ warnings and evacuated streets

while tv news broadcasts promote hate, fear, death

when no one is looking

when no one expects

we’ll enjoy our morning coffee

take our children to the park

drink beers with our friends

and sing along to the radio

young dreamers will still write about falling in love

eternally hopeful for a future so improbable

their journals one day to be found

preserved in our rubble

allowing distant historians to know

the truth

The Balloon

November 28, 2017

against the poorly folded violet sky

a single balloon floats up toward night

another childhood dream let go of

Late Autumn (Homesickness)

November 22, 2017

ground so cold and hard

i recall my childhood bed

tucked in, prayers said