My Poetry and Prose Blogology
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…”
The Poor in Spirit
“God patiently teaches me
the forgotten blessings of attitudes
in authentic—broken souls like us…”
My Albion Basin Paradise
“High in the towering sanctitude of the Wasatch Mountains, overlooking my innocent childhood home, lies a hallowed cirque of life known as Albion Basin…”
Loftier Trails
trails render our escape
they trap our darkness
upon outcrops of repose
and soothe our anxieties
in meadows of wildflower…