Father Knows Best

 

Infallibly so,

He’s not magical you know,

Impeccable, no.

Gary Edward Geraci

Gone Fishing

 

(Darrin Creech 1965-2024)

The teen who turns his 

head down when you drive by, wave 

and pray anyway; 

a trophy bass! With royal 

music on the radio, 

sit straight and your head, hold high; 

we’re fishing for men.

Gary Edward Geraci

A Myriad of Seen and Unseen Things

 

Fuzz-back, black 

caterpillars, 

among the smooth, 

puckered, spotted 

crawlers; myriads, 

strewn along our 

hike seen. but it’s

the invisible, 

unseen varieties, 

high creation, 

tickling one’s 

loftiest thoughts! 

angels guiding 

forces and fields, 

near and far, their 

contemplation, 

drawing unity 

among diverse

people, people God 

Speaks about with 

a human tongue.

Gary Edward Geraci