My Poetry and Prose Blogology
Shores of Mercy
“Of all the dreams I could’ve dreamt—
I hesitated—tumbling numb into another
cavern—mined in my own bastions of fear…”
The Last Stand
“there comes a time in our life expeditions
when we must stand up for sheer goodness…”
Children of Peace
“sculpting peace requires only a few small words
words mirrored in the divine gifts of happiness
but unleashed—fierce tongues spew evil spells…”
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…”
Three Superpowers
“this divine therapy shaped me well—
three indomitable powers of time
molded into water, ice, and wind…”