Forcing wakefulness
I resist vigorously
Weariness grinds
I pull my dust together
And rise
poetry, prose, and photography
Forcing wakefulness
I resist vigorously
Weariness grinds
I pull my dust together
And rise

As the darkness falls
Light echoing the day’s joy
Fading to slumber
A strange fear of mine
To vanish into time’s mists
Forgotten notebooks


Though no injury
Knee pain, stiffness and soreness
Ibuprofen saves

So full of weirdness
The internet is awesome
Life in the future

Awakened briefly
Activity around me
Now, again, silence

Monday’s mania
Subdued by evening calmness
Autumn night’s stillness
Frenetic days:
I’m not fond of them.
Such is life.
Respond, work,
Move along.
A message from the bishop of my Synod in response to the recent horror in Las Vegas :
I found this a perfectly poetical statement, and a powerful part of his email introducing this letter.
​It is important
To respect people’s boundaries
Not all hugs are safe