White-Binder Poems  

"Being the true account of the passage of time
as it occurred in the mind one late
Monday night while the digital clock blinked
   blindly on."

God was not hard to find.
War was always a glinting metal celebrated by 
         little boys.

The world rushes unbridled; it rushes to throw off debts
and nightmares. Its outline is a heavy light 
caught out the window of an anonymous building;

"God is complexity and purpose."