The last dispatch from the dearly departed (A poem)

An early morning poem after a good night’s sleep… Body shivers points at the sky its field of vision shifting The offering is made the prayers spoke tomorrow fades into lightning Heaven cannot fit the square frame or stem the loss of elasticity too pronounced to hide There’s no coming back from this all purchases [...]

It had to be asked… (a poem)

I was listening to the Talking Heads album Fear of Music in the car this afternoon; when it got to ‘Heaven’, I started to wonder… If Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens is it also a place where nothing matters? Imagine how quickly boredom would set in if nothing ever happened:         [...]