Food for Thought-The Mourning Indicative in the East


I awake to the absolute humiliation,
Of darkness’ irrevocable defeat,
Seeking certain validation,
The foregone superstitions clash,
Redemption overcomes sleep,
Dissolving from the subjunctive black,
To a mourning indicative in the east.

–Richard Bryant


Food for Thought-Front Porch Poem

Front Porch Poem

Wooden castle walls,
gardens of dust,
creeping fingers of green
inch upwards,
to strangle the
oaken maze,
heavenly rays,
While I await,
the transition,
of blue,
to haze,
to evening,
to grey,
to night,
to the unseen,
round the corner,
beyond the light,
the Black.

–Richard Bryant