My Poetry and Prose Blogology
Three Superpowers
“this divine therapy shaped me well—
three indomitable powers of time
molded into water, ice, and wind…”
A Shrill Moon
“howls revere spring nights
her masked moon shivers tales
in strawberry light…”
My Old Eyes
“now—as my old eyes fade into flint
to humbly close in a fading entropy
I hope to carry one precious virtue
to a never-ending world of spirits”
Mothers’ Day
“who taught us how to love
in a love-forgotten world
who spread their beauty
upon nature’s own beauty”
Becoming Infinity
“I linger in the light
squinting in silver curiosity
exploring the snarled calculus
of this mystifying universe…”
