Ecstasy is a child’s hunger ceasing

Agony is four more years

Ecstasy is elevating work from toil to joy

Agony is expending hate

Ecstasy is witnessing smiles and absorbing laughter

Agony is bitter silence

Ecstasy is serving delight to others

Agony is separateness

Ecstasy is being ensconced in a coven of angels

Agony is evaporating a thirst for justice

Ecstasy is the side excursions on the curlicue path towards fulfillment

Agony is the malice of mislove

Ecstasy is the messy splatter of creative expression

Agony is the stifling of the vocabulary that describes your world

Ecstasy is…

Agony is…

Seeking Virtue

I made a promise to myself

already knowing it would not stand

is it a lie, an error, less or worse

knowing your vow will arrive stillborn?


Do my pledges make the universe bristle or laugh?

as I toil and attempt without vacation

at my peaks and through my lows

through intimate terrain and behavior unfamiliar


It’s a battle for consciousness in the quest for grace

one’s actions, the single reality test of transformation

through obscure daily stations of the human cross

my pursuit to live unblemished will carry on