Monday

07102017


Finishing Line Press proudly announces the publication of my new poetry chapbook, Love, and Other Devotions.


It’s been a while since my last chapbook, From Darkness, Beatitudes, was released by Finishing Line Press. This new collection of poems brings the experience of love (and other forms of devotion) out of the realm of secrecy and into a prism of multiple perceived realities. Herein lies enchantment, captivation, adoration, and communion. Herein lies sanctuary. And immortality. 

Advance sales run from now through August 25, 2017. The release date is October 20, 2017.


You can also order by check or money order at:

Finishing Line Press
PO Box 1626
Georgetown, KY 40324

Please send $14.99 + $2.99 shipping (per copy).


By mail only: If ordering multiple copies, shipping is $2.99 for the first copy and $1.99 for each additional copy.

Wednesday

07052017

i awaken feeling rested. but, this is an impure experience of rest… one washed with a tint of contrition. i fell asleep on a wave of extravagance. abundance. excess. 

i open my eyes cautiously, aiming for the window. it’s still dark outside. the night remains dense in our vision far beyond the moment its thickness begins to unravel. but, i am not here to wax philosophical. or, am i? maybe so. 

i have been in active inner conversation, these past few weeks. late nights are especially dialogical. early mornings bring unrepentant discretion. 

i have learned to attune holistically to the sound humming inside the modest space of pre-dawn. i have learned to gather wisdom from the lips of quietude, consolidate it, and sprinkle it generously back into the boundless dark. 

i have in me a stammering need to say nothing, to deliver nothing and, instead, to settle into flowing inactivity. i am leaning into this reprieve. to sense. to embody. to make sense. 

i drop all filters. 
i unadulterate all truth. 
i unboundary all subjectivity. 

i am here to encounter.
and acknowledge. 
and support. 

some may call this
navel-gazing.
i think not.

this, i say, is
genuine authenticity—truth 
that connects with the self 
before it summons another.

Thursday

06292017


the chirp and trill of nature
its thistly restlessness
its intoxicating disregard

i dwell within the tension of that pulse
now. and. now. and. now.

Friday

06232017

to a thought that dropped by, uninvited:

you offered a pronouncement, bluntly
i offered a response, politely and untruthfully

but here is a truth,
because i should say it:

i think, in this moment,
about how accidental you are

how incidental,
in your own inconsequential way

how small you are, and
how i trifle with your nothingness, and

how you keep returning
for more… and more… and more

Monday

06192017

another mindful serendipity...


emptiness 

fills the hours
not for an absence of
things to do
but for an absence of

emptiness

Thursday

06152017


stillness.


oh, and gratitude!

.
.
.

so long as this space unfolds,
i spread myself within it
like sun rays in rippling water.

Sunday

06112017

you ask me what thoughts
ravaged me all night as
i lay awake, alert,
vigilant.

but, the thoughts are not at fault,
i think to myself.

it was the sound of the wind
wrapping its wings around
the flowering daisies,

its hunger raw
with certainty.

Wednesday

06072017

to one who stopped in after a spell of time:

i am the one constant in this garden of 
undressed words and candid life. 

you will come. 
you will go. 

i will stay. 

watering my thirsty soil. 
nursing my primal roots of humanness.

.: loss∞desire∞obsession :.

if you tread,
tread gently, please.

Saturday

06032017

she said,
it’s been so long.

i said,
so long since when?

she said,
since we last sat together.

i said,
time is a social construction.