My Poetry and Prose Blogology
The Last Stand
“there comes a time in our life expeditions
when we must stand up for sheer goodness…”
The Poor in Spirit
“God patiently teaches me
the forgotten blessings of attitudes
in authentic—broken souls like us…”
We Are Starlings
A Tanka Poem about one of my favorite birds. May we always play our part in the endless murmurations of life—dancing as stars beneath endless stars…
