Hellenism Come Again (to The Old Church 1882 Music Hall)

Hellenism Come Again  (to The Old Church 1882 Music Hall)

Seeing a church converted
into a music hall uplifts
my faith in the actions
of people on the inside.

Reminiscent reversal
of times back when
we became a Christian
West sacrificing Old
Temples to New God.

Now churches turn
time back to classical
Temples where sacred
is music and worshiped.


City of Greyscale


The bridge is a magic eye painting

striations cut the landscape

squeeze your eyes and be transported

steel rains in, between buildings

tilt your head into another dimension.

All metal, all sky

they slice eachother down the street

wet pavement shines

a cold reflection

cut with light

horizontal majesty

the rainbow is an oil slick

graffiti on the railing.

A group of teens disembark

leprechauns, all

living in the city of Greyscale.

Response to a line from an Untitled Poem “Sidewalk is a rainbow taking me out of my life” -poet unknown

I found a nice path through the forest

of my life.

Content, yes, and growing

but it’s been ages

since I felt the scratching of pen

against trees- pulped and lined.

We make new leaves of white:

red and blue measure our words,

stack them in rows atop one another

and our brains make sense

of ink on a forest.

My pen is  a purple twig

as of yet, unruly in damp hands.