Category Archives: Poetry

Tall and proud they stand, Fanned By the wind of wings spanned Wider than the horizon, Which rise as high and grand as the sky, Then fall with force and land with gusto Across an earth that burns to fly. … Continue reading →

A quarter after nine Tell me the difference between your heart and mine A day wound up The final wound moments for full words and wine If music were to play It’d be almost eerie as we skate on our … Continue reading →

For his daughters, Sometimes the drug comparisons Don’t rhyme with the fair-as-sun Tissues of her heart.   Wacked and cracked, Wrecked and rocked, Drunk. Messed up.   But within she can’t stand one ounce more of brandy, And whatever hard … Continue reading →

A friend on the sand Glides with the tread of a hooded figure, Floating on the painted shadows In the distance.   Distance. Expanse. We stand vulnerable in the center Of our eyes spanning A sanded cove, Being swallowed by … Continue reading →

You. Wash all the dust from my lungs. Your wind shakes me out till I’m fluffed. All those particles, I seized them like part of me. They had to do with you and me. Or so I imagined.   But … Continue reading →

You parted the waves and slapped on an arrow: Enter here. Such a simple request, but did you see those waves? 50 feet high. My oh my. If they come down on me, I’m fish fry. But even the sand … Continue reading →

All you need is love, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo. Hey now, it’s true. Did you know you were made for love? I’m not talking the love of the give-me gravity, the take-from, pull-from, meet my needs please. I’m not talking the perfect picture, … Continue reading →

Amazing. They are amazing. The Child. When a small child looks at you and says, “I love you,” You believe her. Because you know she is pure. She is the breath of innocence, The breath of God. Innocence permits innocence, … Continue reading →

I thought you wanted sacrifices. Drowning my brain for too many years, The floods cried, what will you offer? What will you give up for God? I thought it was a trade-off. The passion of the Nazarite, Good-intentioned, Desperate for … Continue reading →

We danced on water lilies. They floated toward the horizon. Whether we floated, we didn’t notice. One thing we noticed, we danced. A simple dance, a simple day, a simple shore not far away. A peaceful glance, and then dismay. … Continue reading →