My Poetry and Prose Blogology
My Old Eyes
“now—as my old eyes fade into flint
to humbly close in a fading entropy
I hope to carry one precious virtue
to a never-ending world of spirits”
Death of a Friend
“in exquisite displays of selfless light
they dance as one—but never really see
their shared splendor of calming grace”
The Darkness Between Lights
“I am the forlorn spirit
a burdened dimension
shaped by wintry flows
of an invisible presence”
Webb Telescope photo of Tarantula Nebula courtesy of NASA and the Space Telescope Science Institute (STScI).
My Mother’s Hand
…she learned to write with her left hand—words barely legible and shaky, like prose penned in earthly tremors…
A Shrinking Lake of Memories
“But when I look upon her—I still see an endless home. Perched on vast grey wings of the unconditional love of all life—a perfect grace of water, earth, and sky…”