My Poetry and Prose Blogology
Ragged Maps
“…I’m compelled to ask one solitary—stark question
deep within the hallowed sanctums of my spiritual
confessional— What would Jesus do?…”
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…”
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…”
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…”
Funeral for a Friend
“as we wander along the glistening beaches of life
our weary footsteps imprint into sands of time…”
Billions and Billions
"how many of your beloved stars do you know—
who stare through the cold molasses of night..."
WEBB NGC-604 photo courtesy of NASA and STScI
Evanescence
"you linger in dreams
immersed in a placid teal sea
protected in the chest of my heart..."
The Nth River
“the final flows of our weary sky-blue rivers
turbid from stretches of exasperated erosion
stirred up in colors of boundless branches
will gracefully empty into an endless ocean”
