Doug W. Evans 5/16/25 Doug W. Evans 5/16/25

The Last Conclave

“tall stacks signal pride
as rising black smoke broadcasts
my home’s fall from grace…”

Doug W. Evans 10/28/24 Doug W. Evans 10/28/24

Mercy is Grace

“my scorching faults burn beyond enumeration
these torrents of rules taunt my rebellious bones
yet who among us has no challenges and trials…”

Doug W. Evans 10/19/24 Doug W. Evans 10/19/24

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…”

Doug W. Evans 4/14/24 Doug W. Evans 4/14/24

Psithurism

“old trees never seem to care
about how they appear
or what they once spoke…”

Doug W. Evans 4/9/24 Doug W. Evans 4/9/24

If I Could Unearth

“If I could unearth
lost paths in soft—forlorn hearts
I’d draw gracious maps”

Doug W. Evans 3/23/24 Doug W. Evans 3/23/24

Again

“hallowed

waters draw me”

Doug W. Evans 2/10/24 Doug W. Evans 2/10/24

Indefatigable

“…when gravity paints its light

hope is not defined by time”

Doug W. Evans 12/30/23 Doug W. Evans 12/30/23

Small Hands

“God tightly grasped my innocent hand

when I was small and scared of steps”

Doug W. Evans 12/27/23 Doug W. Evans 12/27/23

My Treehouse

“i sense God’s love

in air’s solemn grace

of petrichor”

Doug W. Evans 10/27/23 Doug W. Evans 10/27/23

Spellbound

We could save so many lives, not to mention significant money, if we learned how to turn our deep-seated political anger and division into something peaceful. With some effort—such massive energy could become beautiful!

Doug W. Evans 4/8/23 Doug W. Evans 4/8/23

An Empty Tomb

“in a green garden chamber of light

emptiness becomes my fulness”

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