Coventina Images

October 22nd, 2024

These are images of the Celtic goddess Coventina I created by using AI.

The Word is God

October 19th, 2024
The Word of God is everything you write
I write The Word of God in structured verse
It’s not The Truth, The Truth is not The Light
The Word is God like everything perverse

Perversity is such a clever Word
It turns away from normalcy with cheek
It’s also God; at least that’s what I heard
Perversity is when you hear God speak

The Word of God is found in every book
And every song whose lyrics are defined
By words the poet finds where they might look
Whenever God might linger in their mind

So speak or write and know that Thou Art God
And know that Words are words and might be flawed.

A Foraged Sonnet

October 18th, 2024
I found a sonnet on my path today
Ironically it sat right on the trail
Just past the point where nuts would often lay
I often forage words to no avail

But this time I picked up a whole damn verse
The squirrels had passed it by like something bad
A nut with weevil larvae or much worse
I guess they didn’t see it like I had

I heard the sonnet fall through autumn leaves
I heard it just before the bridge, the brook
Inviting me to cross what it believes
That sonnets may be found if one will look

I think i heard the brook call out my name
A forager, a sonneteer, the same.

Lenore + Lilith

October 16th, 2024

AI images of a cross between Poe’s Lenore and Lilith.

A Pathway of Leaves

October 15th, 2024
I walk a path adorned by fallen leaves
It must be autumn now, the air is crisp
A treasure trove of colors, not for thieves
Although I steal their colors like a wisp

A wisp of little metaphors, all mine
Oh look, the final sigh of maple’s breath
The trees prepare to sleep; the trees are fIne
The forest path is not the way through death

I walk this living path to comprehend
That life is full of seasons to enjoy
These vibrant colors do not mark an end
They simply show the art the trees employ

The pathway bearing leaves, a living thing
Reminds me they’ll be back again in Spring.

Foraging

October 13th, 2024
I’m not just some “damn yankee” in my mind
I’ve foraged all across this fruitful land
I find great joy in everything I find
Yes, even if it’s not what I had planned

I’ve foraged oysters from the Puget Sound
I forage nuts New England loves to share
In Utah it was Camas that I found
In Idaho there’s rose hips everywhere

But midwest morels always call me back
To Michigan, a place I’ve also lived
The U.P. doesn’t seem to have a lack
My foraging expresses life un-sieved

For foraging, America’s the best
Come forage now with me from East to West.

The Ghostly Carousel

October 13th, 2024
The carousel is old, but still it turns
Will it succumb to time eventually
The gears will rust and rotten wood still burns
I try my best to set the horses free

The carousel played music made of joy
But now it skips through songs like broken glass
A ghostly little girl and ghostly boy
At times appear when living children pass

A spooky shortcut to a different time
It marks another place where fear is found
As if the joy it knew was just some crime
And still it’s old, and still it turns around

The carousel is old and we are too
The ghosts of kids we see are me and you.

Sancta Maria, Mater Dei

September 26th, 2024
Who hails the Queen of Femininity
Who calls on Her to pray for us who sin
The Mother of our own Divinity
A call that often comes from deep within

Is bitterness the essence of the call
As Maryam protects our ship of reeds
The essence of Her name protects us all
A name that even Sancte Pater heeds

The Mother God is Strength and Love and Grace
She hears us when we call on Her in need
She hears us from her high and holy place
A place where She espouses Word and Deed

And so we know to whom we need to pray
Deliver us in Glory, Mater Dei

The Christian God

September 18th, 2024
Not “turn-the-other-cheek” or “eye-for-eye”
The Christian God will kill you when you’re bad
When Ananias stole, then told a lie
He forfeited the joy of life he’d had

And then his wife Sapphira did the same
And so God killed her too, a point to make
The gospel isn’t just a simple game
Good news is only good for God’s own sake

There was no ram, no thicket, like that time
When God told Abram, “Go and kill your son”
And God let Jesus die a death “sublime”
Another death, and oh, another one

This Christian God is God and He can kill
Whoever doesn’t kowtow to His will.

(Acts 5:1-11)

The Venti Anchor

September 18th, 2024
Why does he think he needs a fancy new expensive anchor?
It’s not that expensive.
Well it’s not money coming out of his pocket. That damn boat cost more than . . . more than a . . . it didn’t come out of his pocket either.
Maybe we need to get it in writing.
Don’t go bringing up the ‘need’ for that legal crap again.
I’m just saying . . .
You’re saying too much . . . as usual.
Sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. Can I get you another cup of coffee?
How much is it?
Two seventy five.
The anchor, not the damn coffee. Jesus!
The anchor is two hundred and seventy five dollars.
Ha-ha! My venti cost two dollars and seventy five cents. Here’s the money for the coffee. And here’s the money for the damn anchor.
Thanks mom.
Just let him know that’s the end of it. Damn boat. Damn venti anchor.