My Poetry and Prose Blogology
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”
“howls revere spring nights
her masked moon shivers tales
in strawberry light…”
“green neighbors taunt me…”
“Our gaze was drawn to a verdant agrarian valley cradled by the ribbon of a great meandering river. It was here that a notable sign stood, its warning prominent…”
“If I could unearth
lost paths in soft—forlorn hearts
I’d draw gracious maps”
“God tightly grasped my innocent hand
when I was small and scared of steps”
“I bled crimson mist
when my heart spun to ruby…”