Who am i to bare my soul with thee… and challenge all that you believe… I share from deep within my being as if my father speaks through me. I see these words of love and merc…

Everything he has ever been taught alerts him to avert that dancing f… What is it then that demands he mu… proceed towards his certain fiery… Some deep and ancient voice within

The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I can barely breathe. I fear this tempest

My father has come to dinner; He does not knock. He is not welcome. He is dead. Yet he insists on joining me

Not a poem. I hurt; like a Frankenstein monster. Iron fist. Unrelenting.

Alone, in the same old crowd, trying to ignore this stifling pain. I am but

I commit myself to God; sometimes, not often. I believe in God; sometimes,

Time wears away at me, like water on a stone, oh, so slowly, but inevitably, drop by drop,

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.

I hide here behind a genuine misbelief that I am special, I am different I and only I

I am your greatest grandmother calling softly on the ocean winds. I was never lost to you forever, only swallowed by the other half o… Come down with me to the quiet pla…