The Soul
The soul is a flowering peach tree blooming on a bright green hill The scale of a dragon fallen into the Princess’ goblet turn…
Cancer Treatment
Job Sits in His Chair
Job sits in his chair of molten lead Walks on a beach of burning sand speaks words that blister the air sings a…
Poem Ending with Lines by Yeats
I’ve got a dark force swimming inside me sort of like the Beast from the Black Lagoon or the famous statue of Lacoön with…
I Hear Nearby
I hear nearby firing squad bullets meant for me I am elsewhere All my deeds in a little box in my heart There are…
Science Fact Science Fiction
If illness by Allah is science fact then its cure is science fiction by a mad scientist we hope’s on the right track his…
The Lion’s Arena
The lions’ arena is full of medical equipment The roar of the lions is the great radiation ring whirring The crowd leaning for…
Sweat and Boils
We’re all sweat and boils sweat and scabs scraping with potsherds The whole thing comes down while irony and nonchalance aboun…
Good Cheer Among the Cynics
Good Cheer came and sat among the cynics “What evidence do you have?” they asked putting on snarl cougar masks and long piggy …