Mary mild, still turning in the light,
more fairer, kinder, warmer than the sun:
I call your name to sweeten bitter night:
I wish I had the courage of your Son. Continue reading “Sonnet to Mary”
“The best of all the cheeses, I declare…”
Said the Lady Isabella to her maid,
“Is the one that mortal man calls Camembert.
So please provide some – for that is why you’re paid!” Continue reading “The Captain’s Eye”
It isn’t real, my friend. I mean Creation.
For everything you are or do or know
Is nothing more than bytes of information.
An algorithm makes the whole thing go. Continue reading “The Game”
There is no way for me to go, but down.
I am the left-behind. I am the clown
who had so much he threw it all away.
Had so much. What would my mother say
to see her son succumb to inner foes Continue reading “Going Down”