Morf likes looking into the odd corners of life. Riding a bicycle down abandoned alleys, eating unpronounceable foods and talking to strangers are only a few favorite things.
It’s more than the cowardly lion from the Wizard of Oz
It’s more than doing what everyone else does
It’s more than putting on a uniform.
Courage is our name
For those times
When we, and everyone around us,
want more than anything to give up,
When we know we are losing,
But we keep going,
We keep... May 18th, 2013 | Poetry | Read More
Some people live their faith as if it were a mathematical abstraction.
You’d think they’d never seen a star
Or held a hand
Or walked with a child.
They live as if God
Was a problem
They thought they had solved—
As if the answer were enough.
There’s a world out there,
A world we were put into,
Not... April 28th, 2013 | Poetry | Read More
What but that smoky, weary voice
Could capture that never-slowing, never-met, hunger
That looks—and lives—past
The endless pain and betrayals
We seem to heap upon each other?
There is no prayer,
Or even somber silence,
Reaches and never grasps,
Like that silver-plated wailing
That... April 13th, 2013 | Poetry | Read More
A generation ago it was common to have children’s tonsils removed.
There was no particular reason, though it was vaguely described as ‘preventative’ and, for whatever reason, was perhaps the first ‘trendy’ surgical procedure.
And it came with a lie.
Parents who were convinced of its necessity... March 25th, 2013 | Essays, Featured | Read More
Is it too much to ask
That there would be one among us
Who would let us know
What real is,
What Truth is,
And what the deepest agreement
With our own true selves
We don’t need more rules
Or another “chosen people.”
We are good enough
At making up rules
And deciding who is,
Or... March 23rd, 2013 | Poetry | Read More
“I just need someone to love me,” she cried.
As if her petition
Held more weight because of its passion,
And its desperation would somehow conjure up
The kind of love she thought she wanted,
But love is a strange gift.
The strangest gift of all perhaps,
which might be why we have children.
To remind... February 16th, 2013 | Poetry | Read More
You could almost describe men as digital; a simple binary “yes/no,” “on/off” setting with, ultimately “do it or don’t do it” parameters is virtually always sufficient for the typical male.
Women can have a thousand nuanced variations before, between, and beyond yes or no.
The feminine... February 14th, 2013 | Featured | Read More
There’s an old Yiddish saying that God never says just one thing. His Truth, real, enduring, universal Truth is just too vast, too deep and too full for complete human understanding.
It makes sense though; infinite Truth, by definition, must outstretch mortal, finite human categories and definitions.
Human... February 4th, 2013 | Featured | Read More
There are places I want to see;
The Sinai desert,
The Tibetan Plateau,
The isolated, wind-swept islands
Around Ireland and Scotland . . .
And they all remind me
That what I seem to long for,
Beyond all human and earthly sense,
Is the austere other-worldly edge
between earth, sea and sky,
the merging,... February 3rd, 2013 | Poetry | Read More
“Life is my religion” he said,
As if I,
Would immediately understand.
And if I did,
I might agree
Or even understand enough to disagree.
In the middle of the night
I feel surges
Of what feels like
As if I am one with
Every living creature
Who has ever walked... January 12th, 2013 | Poetry | Read More