Category Archives: American cantos

A thrill runs through them – swarming in the darkness cast by the night sky – as a man steps to the microphone And harangues.. A moment before they were a hundred lives with a thousand cares milling about in … Continue reading →

Awhile back, I had a toothache. I don’t mean a sort of ache-in-the-gums, vague, “oh, I’d better brush more regularly” toothache. I am talking about a full-blown nuclear meltdown in my teeth. Throughout my life I have been blessed with … Continue reading →

Let’s just take a moment Take stock of where we stand. I could take you all the way If you’d just take my hand. I can take direction When your writing’s on the wall I will always take your side … Continue reading →

The fact I walk in darkness Doesn’t mean I love the night And the fact I didn’t see it Doesn’t mean I’ve lost my sight. The fact I won’t surrender Doesn’t mean I want to fight. And the fact it … Continue reading →

Two bodies whirl past each other, reaching across the void tugging at each other’s centers pulling each other into a dance they circle a common center If things were simple, if they were simple The dance would be eternal A … Continue reading →

The King lies dying. Night after night, awake in his bed at an unholy hour, he feels his life leaking out of his body, gathering in limp black pools in the pits of his history, like the sweat that congeals … Continue reading →