Fake

  Today’s word made me think of a song from my youth, and a poem I wrote that grew from the song. The song lyrics: Great Pretender The Platters Oh oh, yes I’m the great pretender Pretending that I’m doing well My need is such I pretend too much I’m lonely but no one can

an active and personal devil

  When I saw the prompt was “Closet”   I immediately thought of the closet in my bedroom of my childhood home. I used to play in there occasionally; close the door and sit down in the dark and imagine all kinds of things.   In my later years, that closet shows up in this poem:

The Breath of God

This poem by Denise Levertov speaks to me about the breath of God:   In Whom We Live and Move and Have Our Being Birds afloat in air’s current, sacred breath?  No, not breath of God, it seems, but God the air enveloping the whole globe of being. It’s we who breathe, in, out, in,

The Leaping Greenly Spirits of Trees

Can’t believe it’s been so long since I wrote. I spent a number of hours rehearsing with the Lab Band at the Mount. Two of the students and the young professor who directs the band composed music to go with thirteen of my poems from Reconnaissance. Other students read the poems used by the two