Posts by John Blase

Some they wear their hearts pinned to soft sleeves for all to see and break. But not me. I keep my heart in my pant’s front pocket a’jingling in there among the copper coins. I made this decision early, early in the spring of my life as I lay wrapped in a patchwork quilt my…

I present for your consideration shrewdness as the virtue most needed as Lady Liberty flickers – such shrewdness as that preached by the Virgin’s son. We well know that evil that must be dragged into midday sun so the searing heat of truth can cook away all but bones. Yet what we’ve to contend with…

A gentle thought occurred to me to fashion you a rosary from sunflower blooms. I know your love of summer’s spell, your sorrow that the sounds and smells cannot last longer, or forever. The golden blossoms you could pray on every fall and winter day and so assauge your sadness. Maybe God would bend the…

I’ve a friend by the name of Seth Haines. He’s a good man, and an equally good poet. He recently submitted this poem to Ruminate Magazine’s poetry contest. It wasn’t selected, which is the risk we poets take when we enter such contests, we’re aware of that, and we keep on entering anyway. But it…

What do you do when your spirit is utterly broken? You suggest Hey, let’s go test drive cars this morning, and you do which leaves you starved so you order Migas for lunch and say Shoot I could eat this every day. Then you head for home comparing those cars, the handling, looks, mostly the monthly payments, plus…

Maybe I’ll to drive to the  top of Mount Herman. I’ve been told there’s a stand of Aspen with trunks thicker than an average man can hug. I’ve been told I’m not average, though its never clarified whether above or below. Chances are good lovers have made the same drive and knifed their  names in that white…