My Poetry and Prose Blogology
My Longest Walk
“We are here not to be easy—
but to become our better angels—slowly
while confined within time’s penitentiary…”
Don’t Turn Off the Lights
“I wish I could weave detailed colors
as I sense these dark—shifting winds
but this much feels intensely visceral—”
Mutually Assured…
“Information is compressing into metamorphic intolerance
As we face two cosmic—terrifying entanglements…”
Our Haunting
“that subtle serpent slithered
like a dark—vaporous spirit
rising from aches of stony deeps
to flood our peaceful home…”
Ragged Maps
“…I’m compelled to ask one solitary—stark question
deep within the hallowed sanctums of my spiritual
confessional— What would Jesus do?…”
A Higher Enlightenment
“I am troubled by stories that institutions of science and learning are becoming an enemy of our country’s political greatness.”
Our Sphere of Sanctuary
“When winter’s breath kisses a bubble
with its freezing lips of space and time…”
