Being Catholic


We Hailed Cesar,

We hailed Mary and Grace,

We hailed the priest behind the curtain,

Even without seeing his face.

We hailed the pope

Who invited us to Pray;

Even after he found out

We were openly gay.

We hailed the heavens

When the torrential storm blew in,

We nearly hailed Bill Clinton

Despite his “Sexy Sin”

We crossed ourselves when weak at the knees,

We crossed ourselves in the desert

And from nowhere, felt a breeze

But if there is to be hope,

We must hail our supreme power,

“God,” heal the worlds bitter, violent souls

Who turn our sweet world  sour.



Half Full

Loneliness is a worlds’ burden
An outstretched hand that remains empty
A hand-that knows not its gifts.
A single song can reduce me
To a pool of tears, take me elsewhere;
Just as a single song can keep me buoyant
in a salty pool of my creation.
I can be trapped in the net
Of lifes lackluster clutches
Or steady my gaze to focus
On its many holes
In which through I can see a whole world,
mine for the taking