My Poetry and Prose Blogology
Walking On Water
“…And what union could ever be more beautiful
than the soft angelic murmurations of starlings…”
Three Superpowers
“this divine therapy shaped me well—
three indomitable powers of time
molded into water, ice, and wind…”
My Windswept Refuge
“over scours of vast windswept outlands
spread of my own emotional desertion
stands an oft-ignored and lonely tree”