Stars Also

The umph of un-fomred umphisness lay upon the nill. a vapid vacuum all unfilled a dark and dreamless void. – Silent strains, then hint of sound– floating notes of thrill; sparks of dotted light from naught harmony and trill. – Gathered up from never-grown atoms, meaning, skill: an open sear of flamishness the flash of […]

Writer Musings

Can we walk among the stars? Like children tether-free of earth,like comets burning holes through black, like little flecks of northern lights?And shall we leave our footprints on the moon?So far-off paths will shine in sunlit dust,and worlds will twirl on by without a word, and astronauts will not feel lonely.We will sing where sound was never heard,we […]

The Purpose of a Window

I am a window– only a window, hammered into wall, held between the worlds: I know the feel of sunshine and of dusty, closed off rooms. I am not stained glass, not a holiday of my own– just transparency. But if You’ll take water and soap and scrub the dirt from my face and set […]

Fall Fire

The sharpened breeze of coming night that blows (a bit) in frozen bite seems warmed (like life) beside the blaze of friendship, fire, and sparkling grace. So here I rest while colored leaves whirl down to die by living trees.

Light

The light cascades in silky drapes to earth the falling swirls of dusted twirls of sky that flirts with shadows, bright and sudden shy, and seems to dance in beamish streams of mirth. A patchwork glow! a flame upon the berth of cold and cooling shade that leaping, spry, retreats into the trees where dark […]

A Cow’ring Flower

I am a cow’ring flower, thinking the sun in all its gold extends itself to burn me; a rigid stem, wrestling the wind as if it meant to break me; a leaf, startled at the touch of rain, convinced that it will drown me. I am a forget-me-not, knowing little and thinking far too much.

Summer

These deep days breathe sticky. Heat waves crash over a tepid breeze. Cricket chirps lo—————ng for fall

Stronghold

The Lord is my rock; the quake cannot shake Him. The Lord is my tower; the hail cannot break Him. The Lord is my anchor; the seas cannot push Him. The Lord is my sky; the earth cannot squish Him. The Lord is my song; thunder can’t drown Him. The Lord is my flight; lightning […]

Sounds of Silence

Still. Unrumphled. Bobbing slow in whackish troughs. Below in dappled water caves, deep and low, beneath the waves where somnolescent turtle kings, and shining silver clouding darts swim in sudden loops and starts hear the somber manta ray trundle silently away far from light and fright and day.

Envying the Birds

Trouble swells, and we envy the birds— the way they climb the winds with wings and wander far and settle where they please while we have only feet and gravity to hold us to the earth. We squirm, as if our royal birth were some mistake; we sniff, as do the monsters at forbidden meat; […]