Where did you come from, tiny ball of thorns, that you would hug my shoe, and, crushed, yet wander back with me to my home where trodden into my house and scuffed onto that sprawling kitchen rug you let go of my sole and chose to lay in wait a day or days for...
Read more →Come on inside No, the party has died You shoulda got here by four Everyone’s gone, including your Mom, who thought you went off to the store Well, I guess take a seat- here’s something to eat how ’bout a glass of beer I’m sorry you missed it So hard to resist it the...
Read more →I would like to let you go on to a better life and better places where you might find more warmth and less thunder but it’s too painful for me to admit that I failed and could not keep my end of the bargain despite all of my trying and my efforts to refute...
Read more →I’m never quite sure, when I see the door open, if it means I should close it, or leave it alone because it was left open for someone else to use, or just to let some fresh air in the room. The last thing I would ever think is that it was left open...
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I try to recall how I ended up dancing that distant dance those years with you Come pray with me you asked I will pray with you I replied And so we met plainly cordially quietly in the library and muttered wishing words asking for youthful and holy and grand and kind things and...
Read more →I was waiting for an answer For a sign or for a call For something to reaffirm that this had meant something after all But all I heard was the waiting Daily traffic on the street Summer heat evolving Into winter sleet Silence had its reasons Too deep to comprehend Too many words and...
Read more →when i was young, i would ask why, until the day came that i knew why, i knew clearly why. and then i would ask when. in a short time, my when became who, and who, and who, for a long, long time, filling the minutes, and hours, and days, and weeks, and months,...
Read more →When He is your Father And you come to a goodbye, Lift your soul to Him And say, “Thank you.” If you feel separation and grief, Lift your eyes to Him And say “Thank you”. If you feel warmth and tenderness, Lift your arms to Him And say “Thank you”. If you feel bruised...
Read more →Why do you yell? Why do you rant and rave? Your cause of concern will pop like a bubble in time, a soon passing thing, like any thing, like all things- this too shall pass, this too shall pass, this too shall pass. Justice is inexact. Your hunger for it will not be quenched,...
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The sun is falling, in flight from the blue haze in the east The heat is broken and light has softened- tender hues suffuse the sky and gild the white house walls in gold A careless breeze ferries about a fragrance of family in food- cornbread and chicken, buttery cheesy noodles, a savory gravy,...
Read more →The sun rose in the west this morning, and the light was cold. She spoke and the words were backwards, inside out, thoughts unwound, like strands of a sticky web, attaching to chaos and confusion. Her kiss burned his neck, her gaze his eyes, her touch his arm, and sky swirled into the dark...
Read more →On the edge of town, near the fallow gulch, the tinkerer walked the row by night, a shadow amidst the moistness and moonbeams, seeking scrap and shard. His eyes strained to find the lost things, the broken items, the discarded debris, marred mementos from better days, from happier hearts, from livelier loves, from healthier...
Read more →Blessed is the man who pays his debts, known and unknown, whose thoughts remain on keeping a clean slate and correct books and remaining daily in good standing and not inviting time in the prison. He lives for more than for what he hungers and submits his wants to his needs, and submits his...
Read more →You drew the plan and chose the lot and leveled the earth and tore out the trees and laid the slab and placed the pipes and raised the walls and spaced the windows and mulled the materials and set the roof and attached the shingles and picked each door and painted each room and...
Read more →Love doesn’t always give us what we want. It flies from what we wish, what we dream, these radiant visions, and lifts our hopes for the right, the strong, the good, so when the painted picture dries, and perfection stares back at us, in brilliant hues, we see truth, and promise, and clarity. Passion...
Read more →We don this night astride our fight a certain brilliant hue an earnest sense of expectance above the fog we view. Grand harbors spurned long night lamps burned through hardship we have pressed hard pushed by sail past thief and gale awaiting hearth and rest. What’s gained was gained what’s lost was lost the...
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