you shall find me beyond the soothsayer,

    behind the little unwelcome truths shadowing despair. 

    I am the deceiver, the maker of myth,

    your… Read full post »

Old friend, I come again

needing your heart. 

I heard of your death

from the birds when

your last sigh began to depart. 

they came to me and spoke

among the sage and rock. 

we have been like the grass

or waterwheel,… Read full post »

speak to his friend of age. 

what can he know, I thought? 

for I am old as flies 

with a son of six years,

a youthful stage

not attained without old fears

nagging at the shirt tail,

exploring gray hair… Read full post »

So many years, yet still you return. 

I can see you from the bus window,

small, your great brown coat, the smile, hair amiss,

and you standing, shouting, “Mikel, it’s you!”

You stood waving and laughing.

There you are, still.  Within the crowded bus.

Do… Read full post »

I’ll tell ya, this thing happened to me some time ago whiles I was trad’in with the native down South America way.  It was so crazy, I liked ta killed myself in the fiasco.  It happened kind a quick, you see.  It kind a snuck up on me and bit me… Read full post »