Category Archives: Poetry

suggest that they are surprisingly serious though they seem somewhat delirious from tilting with the military industrial Freudian complex.  on rock and stone the mode the means the proof is plainly seen though the mainstream disagrees with their confusions, calling them the untimely delusions of a group of sartorially challenged hooligans.  meanwhile… nasa launches marsContinue reading “ancient alien theorists”

The mob believes everything it is told, provided only that it be repeated over and over. Provided too that its passions, hatreds, fears are catered to. Nor need one try to stay within the limits of plausibility: on the contrary, the grosser, the bigger, the cruder the lie, the more readily is it believed andContinue reading “False Flags and Damnable Lies”

In the time of King Herod, after Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judea, wise men from the East came to Jerusalem, asking, “Where is the child who has been born king of the Jews?  For we observed his star at its rising, and have come to pay him homage.” – Matthew 2 “Are weContinue reading “On the Way”

A nonsense poem of the past year. VIRUS SEEKS VOLUNTEERS FOR VACCINE TRIAL Economic Outlook Involved in Fatal Hit-And-Run FAUCI WARNS, KICKS AND BITES PRISON STAFF Bleak jobs numbers end peacefully Santa to be banked for nursing homes Space Command is no Biden Trumpism in limbo Treasury, Commerce Departments Retire Lawmakers shoot down suggestion outsideContinue reading “Headlines: 2020”

In the time of King Herod, after Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judea, wise men from the East came to Jerusalem,  asking, “Where is the child who has been born king of the Jews? For we observed his star at its rising, and have come to pay him homage.”  – Matthew 2 Arise, shine; your lightContinue reading “Shining Stars”

The waiting is the hardest part – Tom Petty What’s your favorite part of Christmas? There are so many wonderful things about Christmas it may be hard to choose.  Is it the presents or the music? The decorations or the food? Maybe it’s celebrating with friends and family.  For me, the best part of ChristmasContinue reading “The Waiting”

When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me. (Lennon/McCartney) Let it be with me according to your word. (Luke 1:38) Christmas is almost upon us.  Here in Omaha there’s a nice white blanket of snow on the ground. Colorful lights and decorations have been hung; the city looks ready forContinue reading “Let It Be”

A poem for Christmas Eve Borne on a star’s breath suspended like butterfliesagainst the night skywings pinned on velvet blacknessthree angels singing

I live my life on full alert justwaiting to be found out and declareda damned fraud (“you really are a weirdlittle pseudo-intellectual.”)  It is only a matter of timeuntil someone discovers that Ido not have an invitation, thatI stumbled in through the service door and then I will be escorted out.No wonder I jump atContinue reading “waiting for the other shoe”

Nothing is definitive. Or so I tell my daughterwhose color palette tends toblack and white. Black and white, I tell her, arealways merging to createdifferent shades of gray. Light and shadow also playtheir parts, I tell her, but shehas the certainty of youth on her side and an artist’seye.  While maturity hastaught me the usefulContinue reading “another gray area”