My Poetry and Prose Blogology
Summer Hands
“We sprinkle summer dust in our palms
then sleep in its reveries of enchantment
waking to the blessings of a pristine adventure…”
My Longest Walk
“We are here not to be easy—
but to become our better angels—slowly
while confined within time’s penitentiary…”
Don’t Turn Off the Lights
“I wish I could weave detailed colors
as I sense these dark—shifting winds
but this much feels intensely visceral—”
Our Haunting
“that subtle serpent slithered
like a dark—vaporous spirit
rising from aches of stony deeps
to flood our peaceful home…”
Wild Perspectives
“…I rediscover nature’s place inside of me
rather than my place inside of nature”
Salt and Light
“a solitary summit of solitude
standing tall—yonder clouds
freed from clamoring crowds…”
