Friday, November 24, 2017

In the Belly of Forever

The unspeakably large


    wears the imprint of

all the passion

my slight being can hold.

The Bang went, and I,

still unmade,

went along, and there,

in the belly of Forever,

you too.

We are

pinpoints on end,

inconsequential atoms

when alone.

The electrons of these words

are too lazy and soft

to be taken seriously,

but the Universe is dilute

compared to the white Gravity

of my Love.

J. Pratt-Walter

12/31/2014, reworked 11/2017

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Listen (Without your mouth moving)

Draw life out as flame from air

and wood; let our listening

be a life created

by our endeavor to truly hear

the speaking behind the speech.

Part the walls of all the barriers

we create; let your hard labors

fulfil the staggering cries

for more love

in the world.

Pull on the clothes of peace

and patience; real love never comes

without vigilance or even

regrets.   Listen

without your mouth moving.

Breathe.  The fire is lit.

Bid it declare more light


J. Pratt-Walter, © 11/12/2017

Friday, October 6, 2017


No matter who is pregnant,

nor how, within

the chalice of her body

the match is struck,

alight, and there blooms

the unspeakable goddess


in a tiny cake

of cells.

J. Pratt-Walter, © 2017

Friday, September 1, 2017



the hate out of our

collective hearts,


We are waiting, shimmering

in the crescent shadows

of hope.

We are in a profound


where sadness and fear are

living shadows

in the spirits of the people

so invisible there is no map

to shield them.

Grant the ones fainting

on the margins of

your town, your


the promise of being seen

before the roiling darkness


the light behind their

biding eyes.

J. Pratt-Walter,  8/2017

Saturday, April 8, 2017

This Hazy Path

Even if I walk down the thin gray road

of dementia, I will always recall

that I loved you.

Even you reading this now,

I might love you too, ambling

this hazy path.

I might remember kindnesses

we never got to do

for each other.

It takes the fading people like me

to say, right now, we don’t have

to make enemies of each other…

the gray will dissolve our differences

into a gradual peace.

J. Pratt-Walter
April 8, 2017

Sunday, October 2, 2016

You Are Needed

The world lay sprawled before her, there,

and there, careless as a yawn,

but she could not look ahead.

The past kept strolling by,

catching her up like wires bound

 to fenceposts of strife.

are needed,
a voice, your hands
two eyes, even the nose you despise”

sang the sand under

her feet, called the frogs, cried

the old ones nearly empty

with dementia.

She was sure the Earth had fallen away

from the hem of her feet, but

she did not realize

it flowed back together behind her in unity,

holding her up all along.

And that moment, her voice—

ah, but her true voice, 

her tomorrow eyes 

there, and there... 

And the world,

it made ready

to listen and to be seen.

J. Pratt-Walter, 10/2/2016

Wednesday, July 13, 2016


I saw you look, then

look away.  Sure, my pelvis

kept tilting me down the sidewalk,

but the orchestra in my center went


Dear face:  Keep pointing forward.

Do not confine me in

that frozen place


You looked, turned away…


I accept that glance as something.  

Brow down,

I measure the sidewalk

with my onwardness,

unseen wounds stepping my feet along.

J. Pratt-Walter, 7/8/2016