My Poetry and Prose Blogology
I’m a Stranger in a Strange Land
“the days are getting shorter now
as dark storms spin a cunning entrance
gathering fears below my autumn realm…”
What’s in a Name?
"dark waters haunt me—
with my Scottish name—Douglas
meaning dark river..."
A Raven’s Haunt
“an unkindness of dreary—obscure ravens
preach precariously upon my pitiful perch “
A Silver Solitude
“once, I labored deep—in a massive silver mine
packed in the rusted vise of a sinking cage
we quickly plunged down a vertical mineshaft”
Let There Be Light
“as we walk along its paths of divine warmth
hand in hand—we steadily become the light
and the sun settles behind the mountains”
Lest We Forget
“in the end—we realize we never noticed the beauty
—because we were too busy trying to create it “
An Impending Storm
“I seem to recall a similar cauldron of desperation
again—it feels like an immense storm is brewing”
