conqueror of the written word, i stand poised to post mostly creative pieces, some poetry, some fiction, some memoir; yet, i may even post something outside of those self-imposed confines. be prepared.
+ more bio informationGratitudeIn the bright morning light that finds its way intoThe slumbering heart within the waking bosom,The wordy atmosphere receives no word of thanks.Simple ways will teach the difficult how to beAlive, but not afraid; ready, and not alarmed;Thorny is the way to learn to always say thanks.When we learned from mother how to... More..
LoveFor CrystalWe are two seekers searching somewherebeneath rocks for a clue to unlockour mysterious secrets and doorshidden places of the hearts that loveThe mantis, when she finds her pleasure, does not gobehind the closed door. No. She eats the head of herlover-pest, but not before she prays, "There is love."Who can know ... More..
The Villain "L"Things in this body are not exactly what they seem.I am intolerant to lactose, that invisible dairy foe.All I can think about is my desire to eat ice cream.I used to have a large glass of milk after every dream.Now, after a large glass of milk, my insides shout, "No!"Things in this body are not exactly what the... More..
Out of MourningA tale out of season is as music in mourning.- Ecclesiasticus 22:6Mourners weep musicwhile the dead in Christ still sleep,yet you clap your hands,lean to me and then whispersoftly a storythat death has reminded you.Your cat greets your hand,walking to it, expectinga customary,yet firm touch to forget life.But w... More..
A Movie With My MotherJust as the picture fades into blackand the white words in order of appearancedrift up towards the grandchildrenframed above the setthe rhythm and beauty sitting backbehind my mother would whisperto her what to say, so she saideach and every timethat I remember,that's how that ended.And her forefinger fi... More..
last night on the sea of galileeWhat we have done for ourselves alone dies with us.What we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal.Albert PineJohn 21i drew a line last nightand then nothing.you said the other sideand full. and breakingbread with penetrated hands,you asked me did i love you.i dropped my nets... More..
No Longer Like My FatherThere are lines I cannot write.Curved, my fatherslumped in the black taskchair, fading in and outof a conversationwith his son. And someone at the doorushered in some sense, somesettlement.Before the confession,I offered a father and sonnight on the town."Sounds like a winner,"he said, not able to keep... More..
TwentysomethingsQuietly leavingThe scene of the crimeBacked up toiletTen gallon waterCooler in office:My apologiesMeasurement stickerStill on man's jeansIn elevatorbaggyOrange ladybugHits my lip while walkingBitter blessingWitty boyIn the white shirt:Easter egg huntLeft turn signalTo nowhere;Old man turns rightStolen reamOf p... More..
Of StonesThe gravedigger keepsthe time while the dead in Christsleep till Jesus comes.And you and I walk arm inarm through rows of stoneslooking for someone who mighthave the time to lead us awayor lead us home.And you and I walk arm inarm through rows of stoneswhen a dragonfly landson the marker aheadthe marker of man.And yo... More..
To My YellowSun has shifted away from us,and I am blue, you are you.The waves, the homes, the boatall blue, like the skyand the sand.Only light is yellow yellowstars and lamps illuminewaves,blue waves and blue homes.Locked in by the painter'sbrush at his whim,his fancy,His design,we stand together,apart.I want to say yellow t... More..
Justin Bessler
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