Category Archives: Poetry

Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord. The time came for the nail to be removed. As I made my way to the feast An alarm came from the tower watchman Night is coming and chariots … Continue reading →

I am a nail in the door of the fold Entombed in cypress from before my time Dead and rusty, I go neither in nor out

Eighteen years with crick in ’er back Woe ho ho and a wineskin o’ pain Drink nor the devil will cut no one slack Woe ho ho and a wineskin o’ pain

A righteous storm you say is coming A maelstrom of fire and judgment The strongest among us will burn like straw And our own evil deeds will spark the blaze

I am not a collector of histories They do not wedge in my mind The way gills catch in a net

You came to my door at midnight      asking for snakes I’m sorry, but I have no snakes for you      I am not sleeping But no, I have no snakes for you

Lord, who will be allowed into your presence When you come into your own upon Zion?

My neighbor snuck up behind me And tried to steal my cloak I said Here, take my shirt too He did, he and his buddies