My Poetry and Prose Blogology
Summer Hands
“We sprinkle summer dust in our palms
then sleep in its reveries of enchantment
waking to the blessings of a pristine adventure…”
Life Got My Goat
“I used to be a mountain goat—I could climb mountains—indefatigable
but nowadays—I have been humbled by a thorn in my side…”
The Vanity Swamp
“he spent a fortune of our crisp green tax dollars
to fix a problem that created a greener problem…”
Colors of Hypocrisy
“There is a stark—vivid difference—
between a quiet Christianity of Christ
and the loud Christianity of a country…”
My Longest Walk
“We are here not to be easy—
but to become our better angels—slowly
while confined within time’s penitentiary…”
Don’t Turn Off the Lights
“I wish I could weave detailed colors
as I sense these dark—shifting winds
but this much feels intensely visceral—”
Mutually Assured…
“Information is compressing into metamorphic intolerance
As we face two cosmic—terrifying entanglements…”
Our Haunting
“that subtle serpent slithered
like a dark—vaporous spirit
rising from aches of stony deeps
to flood our peaceful home…”
Ragged Maps
“…I’m compelled to ask one solitary—stark question
deep within the hallowed sanctums of my spiritual
confessional— What would Jesus do?…”
