The capture of the morning is yours when you look. It settles my uncertainty. It tells me who I am. It makes the fog genuflect to open a pathway inside. Morning dances, with a melody still forming. The dreams of last night...Read More
The day and I told them it would be bad But they scoffed and refused to believe They insisted on doing things their foolish way Proving they were war zone plebes So, hours after we were cleared and supposed to traverse the...Read More
And then there are the harbors always waiting for us Seemingly blocked, but in reality Reminding us we have the key and must use it Your legs are poised, your harbor is ready and waiting The shoals remain yet for the wise...Read More
The pail and the lantern. For Jimmy, in this town, in 1908, these were the icons of adulthood. Sure, there were many more, but they were at the top of his list. He saw them in his sleep, dancing around the magic of his...Read More
I picture you hunched at your desk, a college boy now, but slight as you were at ten. Then, you wielded a plastic light saber, slashed at the air, already whirling into shadow. Now, only your ear buds divine the faint beating...Read More
As if in a dream—the wind clawing at his eyes and mouth––Lucas strips the glove from his right hand and takes the .44 Colt Anaconda from his jacket pocket. In the glow of the Coleman lantern, which he’s propped up in the snow...Read More
When humans first fought It was with their hands Soon however They moved to clubs and swords But at least Both combatants Were at Equal risk Then we moved to Bows and arrows And Later guns But at least The other team Could Fire...Read More
Morning light not reflected Absorbed from golden sun Warms my neck and shines upon the Devil’s Orchard Born from ashes and molten rock Limber pine are sprouting from under and the lichen are turning color The Devils are in...Read More
The heat bears down like spears hurled toward the ground and ricochet silently off the brush-scattered hills A muddy river is my companion with eight-foot cliffs to give room for swelling To be trapped here alone and aloof My...Read More
Dear faithful companion, as slow light awakens before sun’s rising, do you feel my anxious body self-inflict persistent iron drudgery of everyday life? Only hear belly breathing, OM mantra. Only feel your patient hidden...Read More
I follow meander of Sunday sermon—quenching drops of eloquent phrases others waterfall out in a tumblefill my ears with rush of ways, reasons to love our neighbor.His smile that crooked crinkledsmile like phrase markingover line...Read More
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