Poetry

It begins with a thought on air. Like a magic genie on a carpet.  I cannot catch it.   The day and night move through.  …

I awoke to police sirens railroad cars traveling across the tracks and the startled cry of our resident blue heron. On the dock, we co-exist …

Once, alone, steadfast And without I walked, silently, to the edge of the stream.   Moments later, my life gone by in increments, unnoticed I …

Into a room I walk. I meet a man of ordinary means, but extraordinary power. Grace be his name. Our eyes embrace and all at …

I could not help but overhear the silence, as I listened to the sound of my own heart beating. I stood wondering Who would knock …

Under the covered bridge on a half-moon branch born to summer by the death of a tree, I be. Lost on the edge of a …

Bones lie En masse. Mass is not a prayer grand enough to save this flesh from the ash it sits in now.   Eyes hollow, …

The day has passed and so have you but I remember when   You touched the sky your smile so wide the memory, it makes …

    Little kitty makes big Indian cry Running through the dark house Sleeping, except for the tale of time, Counting. Moments left to eternity. …