Daily Bread


Daily Bread

by Michele Habel-Coffey


Give to me my daily Bread

Manna raining over dust

Just enough, not quite dead

Last pouring rain before the rust


Just enough to keep me live

Through 40 years; the smallest token

A whisper of a promised land

A thunder in the tablets broken


Begone the laws

And fall the temple

Why can it not

For once, be simple?

Hope: An Ode To Emily



By Michele Habel-Coffey

Hope’s got useless feathers
‘Tis a penguin on the shore
With broken, useless, darkened wings
And no god to implore

She’s indeed a seasoned swimmer
Gets her sustenance from the sea
But the sea is wrought with angry waves
And she is never free

The island is her icy home
With other flightless fowl
Guarding flightless offspring
From lions on the prowl

Sweet songs for her are hard to hear
Drowned out by the storms
The chill is clinging deep within
Nothing keeps her warm

Oh, Hope’s got useless feathers
The kind that do not fly
It’s stuck there on that island
It’s there it’s like to die