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Broken Bread

I can’t see the path.
My sight is twisted.

I scrabble with bare hands,

Early Morning in Northern Minnesota

The wonky old aluminum window, austere and squealing for mercy, would only rise a few inches. But it was enough. Cheek to sill, nose to screen, breathing; a whole body experience. Morning wrestles night in quiet combat. Damp earth, cool comfort from day’s heat....

If Jesus Came to Dance

If Jesus came to dance, what would the Buddha say? Could we be saved by the sound of shuffling feet? Krishna says, “Break a leg, amigo.” And Jesus snaps a pirouette. If hands that sew are holier than lips that pray, how sacred are feet that...

Just

My fountain burbles, and Klemmer’s sweet sax sings me to sleep. Behind my door, the city growls, and scratches to get in.

Layoffs

Ah, morning at the office. Nothing like the fresh aroma of burnt coffee. The chattering of sports scores: who’s sick who’s late who’s brownosing The empty seats bark.

Nancy

We were lovers long ago, I remember her face in the morning. A jigsaw of fine lines, her dayface dissolved in the pillowcase. When she left, her voice, stained and withered.

I Feel Like

I feel like… I never should have made Left Turns. A quantum particle at the gates of Hell. Quinine. I feel like… A Bentley Continental GT steaming down Hennepin Avenue catching every light. A piece of chocolate cake staring down the tines of a quivering fork....

New Day

Something inside my skin moves and I watch it scurry about. She doesn’t see it as she looks through me to find the margarine.

Shadow

Does my shadow feel? I see his foot tapping to the music. But is it in his soul? Is he the rhythm section to my big band? You only get that kind of love in a spotlight. When my shadow melts into hers, I feel his pain, and run...