My Poetry and Prose Blogology
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…”
True Freedom
“…I hold all truth to be self-evident
All people are created equal
They are endowed by their Creator…”
Wild Perspectives
“…I rediscover nature’s place inside of me
rather than my place inside of nature”
Our Hometown
“You're not my hometown, but—
there was a before—where we all lived together—”
The Spirits of Stars
“I secretly spy behind the edge of an echo
observing little children jump and laugh
climbing upon sparks of excitement
discovering endless colors in new friends…”
Her Life as a Pitcher
“A silver water pitcher
gifted for our wedding
forty-five years of age
reflected young smiles…”
Our Forest Home
“raindrops feel different in spring / drizzling anxious bark / melting our xylem frosts / pumping hushed hope…”
A Common Thread
“the vastness of the sea
brings me serenity
as I ponder our residue
in her galactic churns of life…”
The Art of Ultimate Irony
“…Art begs a question of ultimate irony—
What master should we invest in?
The real prophet — or a real profit…”
Salt and Light
“a solitary summit of solitude
standing tall—yonder clouds
freed from clamoring crowds…”
My Avalanche of Darkness
“it begins with a quiet sensation / the odd feel of a distal tremor / then it quickly descends into a panic of total emotional abandonment and physical desperation”