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—”
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?…”
Our Sphere of Sanctuary
“When winter’s breath kisses a bubble
with its freezing lips of space and time…”
Walking On Water
“…And what union could ever be more beautiful
than the soft angelic murmurations of starlings…”
My Christmas Prayer
“Let the multi-colored lights glow upon my verdant tree
kindling the hearts of everyone who feels left without…”
Flooding Our Zone
“We are swept away by a flood of trivialities
formulated in bloviating wars of culture
all designed to hide what truly matters—”
Sands or Stars
“My paths are branched, the more I walk
the more they multiply, like weeds…”
Some Dreams Die
“social media is a slithering prospector
unearthing gilded treasures in dreams
to market you and your precious hopes…”
Some Dreams Evolve
“while appearing to subsist in normality
encircled by lights of love and security—
not every shape of life we encounter
floats on calm mirrors of untainted waters…”
Things We Do Not Speak
“Down the unlit alleyway
I have recklessly meandered for years
locked within a maze of my own making…”
Innocence Lost
“And Jesus said: Suffer the little children to come unto me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God…”
Children of God
“a silence within silence begins to bloom
into an action of uncompromising courage…”
Trails Through Time
“time slowly erodes my rocky pathways
of life—hobbling me in narrow meanders
and endless excruciating switchbacks…”