Author: danvbennett
Pass To John
He was a child once, too, rememberwith friends his age he loved as that age doeswhen loyalty is strict but jealous quick See Him kick a leather ball with calloused heelsand, heaving, grinning, happily gulp from passing jug at bouts contested fairly between boy and King
Song To Pass The Time In Leonard Cohen Voice, Which Started As A Lark But Maybe I’ll Try To Work It Into Something (Unfinished)
She lives on inside a coneof whispers she left on your phoneand though you'll never be alonewith her she lingersYou play those whispers one by onethe heat the hurt then Chekhov's gunyou're a third act prop, bud, just one amongthe necessary fingers There is no wound for you to healno letter waiting for your sealno … Continue reading Song To Pass The Time In Leonard Cohen Voice, Which Started As A Lark But Maybe I’ll Try To Work It Into Something (Unfinished)
In The Cards
The ingenious pleasure as our thoughts Unsuited to the breeze blown deck Come together four a’ face Construe the game of know-your-place And trump the chaos with a trick
Happy
The light is happy where you areSurrounding as it doesAn object of our Lord’s delightAnd--most precious--in His sightThe tender flawThe light is happy where you are
A Writing Prompt
[Editor's Note: I wrote this in a reflection on the Black Fatigue conversation currently sweeping social media. This incident happened forty years ago and is vivid in my memory. I believe the woman in the fitted blue suit--her name is Dannice, it came to me yesterday morning--would be hurt and distressed at where we've landed … Continue reading A Writing Prompt
Aging Sinfully
Cheating on a ghost or shellRatifies the need for HellIn that sweet perdition liesAll the Hell that satisfies Cheating on still supple thighDoes not tho make Heaven sighIt leaves what gamblers call a tellIn vacant gaze of ghost or shell
Ming’s Father Dies; She Dances
Will she dance now in slow unmeasured stepsacross the mirrored shimmer of the floorand, to music seeping from luxuriant decor,disclose in movement where her soul has creptto please an eye past peace, that never slept? This memory: the mango scented breezeFather plays with household money in the yardUncle turns and father palms a cardFour small … Continue reading Ming’s Father Dies; She Dances
Early Bird Special
What thoughts should I be thinking now?Grand kids sprouting up like weedsNeighbors' twins are crushing med schoolGot a real sweet lease on the SUV But I see the West is stacking hoodlumsEach one looking at his screenDon't hang your head boys things are hopelessBut they're exactly what they seem They watch the East collecting armiesMissiles … Continue reading Early Bird Special
Bouillabaisse
Tall Tuber eschewed sophistryAs he explained the world to meGod's figurine I am I amAnd thank heavens not a Clam Sweet Clam replied with hurtful smileShe, as he, employed no guileThe whole tureen– divinity!When first you take a sup of me In kiss-me apron, silly vestGod prepares to serve his guestsClam, meet Tuber, how'd you … Continue reading Bouillabaisse
Song For M This Morning
I’ve opened my eyes to uncertain skiesI know you have as wellAnd try as we may and try as we mustTo hold to each other and the One that we trustIn time my angel the iron will rustAnd the vines will creep over the bell Oh, but the thing that you always did bringThat I … Continue reading Song For M This Morning
For The Record
Ah, as I log in to start this rant, I’m invited by Google to test their new AI. Thanks, no. Wonder if the invitation will be repeated after this post. Realized I needed to provide a little clarity with this blog, for the benefit of its dozens of readers and, as I imagine it, for … Continue reading For The Record
Three Thoughts, Dear Friend
She kept on her phone a Prayer she wroteTo a Thought she didn’t love or serveThen wondered out loud on the throneWhy life had thrown her such a curve But her kindest eyes were bruised by tears--Why cede the bruise that's His to mend?While pledging not one move toward GodMade each heartbroken soul a friend … Continue reading Three Thoughts, Dear Friend
Prayer in 140 Characters
Thank you for my tiny life Lord Jesus ChristMy little group of friends, our manageable affairsThank you for the courage to face our shared mortalitiesThank you for inside jokesThank you for an abundance of personality in a small sample sizeThank you for this blessed life
A Pigeon Story Yesterday
Beware of your own best intentionsInside the silver lining it's darkI thought I was feeding the pigeonsTurned out I was feeding a hawk The flock flew down and fluttered togetherI sighed at this particular twoHe was all, hey what's up?She was all, check you boo! [They'd dance awhile then take a peckAt seeds that I … Continue reading A Pigeon Story Yesterday
The Hour is Coming, and Now Is 