Here at crimson dawn he prays, the sounds of morning, futures near. Beside, a honeysuckle’s curled like serpentine around a pole as far away a restless chaos rides the breeze. – Low, a patterned spokenness: rising pleas and murmured, earnest prayer. A form in quiet conversation lone. Just away, a vineyard tower, Tended by the […]
Read more "Sunday Morning"You think too highly of yourself, oh mind, to answer questions God as yet has not. It is a wisdom of the baser kind that storms His silence with unbridled thought— for who can cypher symbols from the dark or wrangle possibility to stage, to poke and prod and deftly pin the arc of Spring’s […]
Read more "Pseudo-wisdom"Rushing down on wild winds Angled toward the earth Inundating plips of splooshitudinous Night – Photo by: Maxim Forster Pexels.com
Read 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"
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