Poetry

NOW SILENTLY AS   December sun appears a mile up  the hill, jerking its long, thin chain  like a penance....

The Audible Consider the heart as a guide hand to chest, feel its question. Truth flows a wellspring inside...

On a Supposed Proof for God Argument If the term “God” means anything at all, then “God” in the...

TRANSCENDENCE   Bells peal atop Forever Mountain: Sonorous hymns of dawn. Birds scatter from the trees As the echoes...

Minutiae I. A murder of crows gathers on the porch rails gossiping. Their conversation drags a dark wind across...

Dandelion Fingers Your hands remind me of magic fountains Tucked away in the corner Of a forgotten tourist town....

Harrowing Tale of a Tale Harrower   Breaking clods of stories, architecting blue prints of the amorphous, dream shaped...

the evil ONE I know the evil one that strays you away, tell tiny true tales that leading you...

The Ship Captain   While wandering the French Quarter during Mardi Gras I was a stake in the heart...

Love in the Time of Black Death Doctors are said to have beautiful hands. Clean, white, and with long...