My Poetry and Prose Blogology
My Longest Walk
“We are here not to be easy—
but to become our better angels—slowly
while confined within time’s penitentiary…”
Walking On Water
“…And what union could ever be more beautiful
than the soft angelic murmurations of starlings…”
Sands or Stars
“My paths are branched, the more I walk
the more they multiply, like weeds…”
Trails Through Time
“time slowly erodes my rocky pathways
of life—hobbling me in narrow meanders
and endless excruciating switchbacks…”
Funeral for a Friend
“as we wander along the glistening beaches of life
our weary footsteps imprint into sands of time…”
A Shrill Moon
“howls revere spring nights
her masked moon shivers tales
in strawberry light…”
If I Could Unearth
“If I could unearth
lost paths in soft—forlorn hearts
I’d draw gracious maps”
