Poem: Dreaming of Change Unchanging

We always use the word changes
to describe life as it moves as it does
in reality it just rearranges
to something new from what it was
we’re trying to hold on because
we cannot adapt as we should

Poem: Filling Up the Essence of Emptiness

The coffee cup is empty
as I am, I can refill
the cup
I’m less sure about myself

As someone wise once told me,
nothingness can be useful;
in the cup
nothingness gives it purpose

Poem: Church Point

On the riverfront down at church point
There’s music rising up from the river
Where the gathered congregants
Drink shitty beer and talk of Marx
Or whose going to do what
With all their big plans soaring
Towards an uncaring god

Poem: Vagrant Spirituality

I met Jesus today underneath a bridge
We sat in the fire light of the burning refuge
Talking about sinning and salvation
What it feels like to bear the cross of expectation
And the freedom that comes from laying it down