Hope Gazes Also

  I wrote this poem while spending a week with the PATH Outreach Team and the Homeless in San Diego.  It is dedicated to everyone sleeping on the streets of what is an incredibly wealthy city.   Sometimes I stare, … Continue reading →

The Corner of Yucca and Cahuenga

This is a poem written about a woman who lived on the streets of Hollywood for 12 years before receiving a Section 8 voucher and an apartment.  Over the past few weeks, her liver disease shut many of her organs … Continue reading →

The Seventy Thousand

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  The people on the outskirts of town, bent over rice paddies, saw it first. Then they didn’t see it. Their irises burned like the floral fuel of a forest fire. Everyone else stood too close to see it. The … Continue reading →

Anastasia:The(a/o)tokos

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  Anastasia=Resurrection The(a/o)tokos=Mother of G*D   You impress me with Your pouring out, with Your pre-placental emptying, with Your power to procreate and the pain You bear to carry it. Life means something different to You, means greater to You, … Continue reading →

Jesus Is a Fish

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Jesus is a fish. Jesus Christ lives in a fish on the bumper of that car over there in the Target parking lot. A fish out of water. Wanting the Galilee Sea. Reverse drowning. Glued to a minivan. Right where … Continue reading →

When the Lesser of Two Evils Is Still Murder

An Army of One® quickly becomes an army of none when the executive branch decides money matters more than the life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness of young men and women volunteers in uniform. Democratic movements like to transform … Continue reading →

Branches:November 19, 2005

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This poem is dedicated to my father, Curtis Climer.  I only wish I had more than a poem to dedicate to a man who dedicated his entire life to me for 18 great years and beyond. The front door opens … Continue reading →