Rushing down on wild winds Angled toward the earth Inundating plips of splooshitudinous Night – Photo by: Maxim Forster Pexels.comRead more "While I Was Sleeping"
Oh, Lord, please strip the darkness from the night; and dull the blade of bitter-sworded wrongs and pulverize the teeth of terror’s bite and mend the wounded heart with Heaven’s songs. Scrub off despair from where the hope burnt out and lift away a thousand pounds of loss and clear the grey from riddled days […]Read more "A Prayer for Grace"
The rain laughs and plays like crickets jumping puddles, happy in the storm.Read more "Rain Crickets"
For my mother, who patiently took care of my Grandmother who had Alzheimer’s disease for 9 years. My Granny was a kind and gracious woman and never would have wanted to put my mother through difficulty. In a way, this is for both of them. I feel the things no longer fully known that once […]Read more "The Words"
The fog and the frost, the moonlight at morning— read the signs in the exile’s adorning— all is not lost.Read more "The Fog and the Frost"
The land is cursed— this desiccated earth stripped of life and cracking— the sun, a fire from the sky the seas and rivers, all run dry. I can feel the lacking in the cup You drank of dearth. And yet I do not thirst.Read more "Living Water"
For my twin nieces who are 7 months old. What would it be like if they could talk right now, or tell their older brother (3) what they are thinking? here’s a rump and rumbly thing a happy lumby loy, a smiley mumming bleeps and boops and holding me like joy. – here’s another, flumph […]Read more "A Baby’s View"
The sharks live in the ocean, y’all, Antoni told me so. We cannot swim within the sea the sharks will surely know. – They lie beneath the whackish waves to splunder all our bones, to stab our legs with teeth like steel and drag us to their homes. – Who knows what goes on down […]Read more "The Sharks, You Fools, the Sharks"
He felt the call as clearly as the horn that echoed through the trees at Amon Hen; and quickly rose in answer lest the warn be lost and all destroyed without true men. But no one else had caught that solemn call, and when they tried to hear the notes of light that haunt from […]Read more "Melenorian"
We reach a corner peeking (shy) around to see beyond. We catch collages: joys and pains, children sick and soccer games ambulances racing through the rain. And long line stands, financial strains, a mix of dull and great, and unplanned sames. We pull back shuddering, prefer to stay in now. But looking back just seems […]Read more "Moving On"