Days Of Power

! Days Of Power Dedicated To Michael Karl ! The Eve Of “Compete!” (Processed. Examined. Weighed.) ! As the doors to Tucson Strength open, A rookie lifter, I step into check-in chaos.  Michael is quick to assess:  “I’ll wait for you in the car.” I cool my heels in a huddle.  Seated next to my stance,  A woman lifts her … More Days Of Power

Boxing Forward

! Boxing Forward Dedicated To Lizetta Smith, And, 41 Lines For Josiah, Aged 41 Years ! We enter our “fight club” as chance selects us, Huddle there only to talk and laugh.  As usual, Coach Lizetta intervenes by raising a glove, Followed by our captain, Karen, aka “99” Shouting, “Listen Up.!” Silenced to attention, we rivet our sight On the curling paper taped to the mirror. … More Boxing Forward

His Emminence

In Memoriam: Floyd Russell Taylor ! He has turned his back to us To kiss the earth. Yet something of his nimbus stays with us As a blessing. Ascendant, The inherited mark of Cain all humans hide, No longer casts his shadow as he wanders. Nor can he curse (as if he would), And send … More His Emminence

Car Carnival

Car Carnival ! Dedicated To: M.K., J.D., D.J., B.B. ! ! What wonders! For hours at a time, they lure our curiosity. Each displays an eccentricity of design no longer dreamed. In their aggregate called a show, they are a tableau to fill a vacant lot, Until the traveling rodeo rides back in with a Whoop! ! Men beautify these wrecks into beauts, Reglaze them with the colors from … More Car Carnival

February 17th, 2023/6th Iteration

! ! February 17th, 2023 (6th Iteration) In Memory, Floyd Russell Taylor Also, Dedicated  “In Pectore” ! ! ! Having arrived just prior to demolition, As if this were the gift of a scar to mark God’s favor, I was permitted to revisit the wings of the seminal seminary  Where I had taken my deepest breath, Where my timid mind began to fly temerity.  Distracting furniture had been extracted. … More February 17th, 2023/6th Iteration

February 17th, 2023/5th Iteration

! ! ! February 17th, 2023 (5th Iteration) In Memory, Floyd Russell Taylor ! ! ! Since that day, my days have dimmed. By the lookout, daybreak is gauzed by blinds, spliced by slats.  They hide the seat where once I sat  And foolishly hoped for the impossible.  Walking through the afternoon monsoon, Searching for Oz, often, the rainbow flickers … More February 17th, 2023/5th Iteration