That bird’s reflection seems to wave and wing from other worlds a ripple fold of ancient hope and crystaled good (though far away)Read more "Reflections"
And maybe (somehow), off where grief will give loss becomes a better way to liveRead more "The Gift of Grief"
Green umbrella by the ocean shifted into sifting sand— little grains of crystalled rock-dust blowing toward the endless blue. – She shifts and lays aside her novel, blue as water far away where the wave line meets the sky wall like eternal, bright and fey. – Up above, the halcyon sky shine scatters light; a […]Read more "Morning Loss"
My singular hope the fiery rebuke of God nailed on Innocence.Read more "My Singular Hope"
The body, languid, lowered from on high lies heavy, cold, and formless on the earth. The voice that drove the temple doves to sky the kingly hope— lies strangled in its birth. So all deceivers living in the dearth of truth will ever be. And now instead the rightful rulers: scribes and men of worth […]Read more "That Deceiver Said…"
I reach for grace like stretching for a cup of water in the heat that seems too far away. – My fingers seem at best to scratch the back of worn and weathered hands that hold the drink I crave – My mind. Practical. like sluffing off a test I know I cannot ace. Should […]Read more "I Reach for Grace"
I never really know why I am here…again. The things that set it off—a sharp report That starts the pistons of my mind chugga cha chugga cha chugga that pound away at who I am and leave a bare exposed—like sand after all the shells are washed Away – It goes to center—deep inside the […]Read more "Being Different"
The grass grows tall and green again and death is covered—at Verdun.Read more "Tenacity of Life"
They don’t have our God. And so they quake as with the earth and shudder like the trees while frosted winds assail. They trip and tremble on their way; unknowing and unknown, they cast for solid ground but never find a hold. – Their rock is not our rock. And so the water raving waves […]Read more "None Besides"
I never knew how much I loved the light until the dark awoke and tore a terror, slow, inside my heart. Not a stab of sudden fear. The pulsing throb of confidence that now the lights are off they’ll always stay that way. – And in a little while at last I knew the game […]Read more "#forme"