Poetry

Her laptop says Coffee and Jesus,
so I fish the Bible from my backpack,

a goblet neither full nor empty,
off balance there, like Humpty Dumpty

Hollywood would not photograph us
for two or three more decades, they cut away

When storms of change recalibrate reality,
Rewrite the code that holds the cosmos together.

let me rub your aching soles withs
frankincense and myrrh

If we could see the invisible saints
watching over houses, whether imagined
or not