(2013)
I am seven years old. My brother is ten. The beating was brutal. My brother is recovering conscious… I believed he was dead.
It was in those early days when everything seemed technicolor there was that explosion only inward then nothing
My garments have been stripped awa… along with any hope of tender merc… These feet made bare and sorely bl… It’s time again to bear your earth… Still it seems you know not what y…
Oh, knower of my heart, this trembling voice cries out in words that cannot begin to tell how deep my longing is for thee.
How does a landed mariner ever tell a living soul about the exquisite rapture of the sultry siren’s song ? As it echoed through the mist,
Your unexpected words of kindness fell upon this desert dweller’s arid heart
“Don’t say anything!” spoke the shadow in the doorway. I was seven years of age. I lay limp upon the couch, still recovering from
If I could steal you out of time, there would be no place to hide. I would finish what was started when you left me here to die. It’s not vengeance which I seek,
That blue-gray rainy day, the blue-gray funeral parlor. There you were laid out in blue and gray. So still.
Hello, can you see me here? Please, might you stop awhile. I am the one you pass by daily as you hurry homeward bound. I am that one who’s least of us.
What you seek with such fervent zeal, as you scour those sacred texts and scriptures, is far greater than
I’ve howled and raved and ranted at all those whom I could name, in search of peace and freedom from this ancient seething rage. But still there lingers bitter bil…
The old man, who thinks he’s dying, approached me with these words. I am sorry
How are you? The maiden turned and whispered soft, her turquoise eyes as deep as time.
Within this pilgrim’s soul exists a hungry beggar waif, who can never afford a moment of indifference or distraction. Alert to every aching nuance