Monthly Archives: April 2009

(For Julius Winston Garvey.) 1. I am a little soldier, fighting hard for life, I came upon the scene of cruel human strife, My father taught me to be always good and true, And in the battle ever try to … Continue reading →

There’s music in my soul today, A joy of heart not there before: This state of conscience I relay To rich and proud and meek and poor. There’s music in my happy Soul: From Heaven’s realm doth truly flow This … Continue reading →

And will the flowers die? And will the people die? And every day do you grow old, do I grow old, no I’m not old, do flowers grow old? Old things – do you throw them out? Do you throw … Continue reading →

Calipers and micrometers, cradled by the red felt lining the half opened drawers of the wooden toolbox that belonged to his father, wait to measure the tolerances of parts that must work together without touching. And his corrugated space smells … Continue reading →

“Those who pray recover from illness and injuries twice as fast as atheists.” When I turned twelve and feared I’d go to hell, I used to write lists of my mortal sins on paper scraps I tucked into my wallet. … Continue reading →

My son, my executioner I take you in my arms Quiet and small and just astir and whom my body warms Sweet death, small son, our instrument of immortality, your cries and hunger document our bodily decay. We twenty two … Continue reading →