Here the moon glows like coals high above the spiral sparks and teasing warm of ember gems buried at the bottom of the flame. – It makes us deep, contemplative or just flushed and slap-happy and sometimes gives us both at once so we sit round and, eager, tell our tales – Things that are, […]Read more "Campfire Stories"
Ice advisory crackles on the radio frost and ice (not snow) but ice. The air tings sharp—like rigid glass— The clouds are porcelain, the breeze a wet snap snipping by promising the things that will never fall..till now? – Ice advisory. Tonight the wood-burn stove purrs as liquid flames turn brown to grey…and cold as […]Read more "Ice Advisory"
Stealing down to steal computer time seems like such an awful crime delicious…like an evil master-mind – The steps report with every tiny step we terror-halt to pause and prep our story (lie) for what we’re doing ep – No one wakes as like a secret wake we reach the basement, pause to take a […]Read more "The End of Civilization"
They walk about and speed on by the other people in the street, and never seem to pause and greet the little joys—the sun, the sky. – A lens is like a telescope looking in pressing in making wood grains into patterns backdrops for the things everybody else ignores that stand out sharp stark and […]Read more "Seeing Through Lenses"
at night we hang the balls precise to fill in color that the gaps need most. and always I adorn the tree with ornaments just at the edge hanging very low and clustered much too close – come morning and I see the tree with all work shifted around and changed! and hanging up, and […]Read more "Hanging Christmas Balls"
Children of the earth rejoice and prostrate all your shame Raise as one your ransomed voice and kneel to God again. No longer let the darkness rule the souls His scars have saved; but lift on high the glorious jewel and stand and walk amazed – The earth is broad; and rich and warm The […]Read more "Let All Earthly Men Rejoice"
He stalwart, stood upon the Trojan plain, and drove his heels into the earth and brown. He bared his shoulders, bent into the strain, and, pulled a little copper statue down.Read more "Legend"
“Good Friends, I need good news today, please tell me, if you can Is there life beyond the grave that’s offered up to man?” “Yes, there’s life, and perfect life that never fades away It’s found in Christ our living king and offered free, today!” – […]Read more "Good News"
…– Silence is a word, a world separated from the source that gives its pulsing veins the life to joy inside its God. – Silence is a grave. a tomb, a stony slab of quiet. Come to stay forever in the night: the pulsing vain-ness of a life lived outside its Lord. – – – […]Read more "SIlence"
Wide around the world there rang the sounds of mercy from the heaven-skies. Shepherds flocked and people gawked and crowds saw love distilled before their eyes. Across the city of the king the sounds of judgement ripped the clouds apart. People mocked and Satan stalked as Life was deathed with Haven’s stricken cries. […]Read more "Regicide"