Soul Speak Fragile with an innate illiteracy of thoughts and words,Even those directly communicatedThrough decorus pitchDiplomacy ever... Poetry 19 Oct 2020 | 01:11
Heaven is a bowl of apple slices laced with spicescinnamon and nutmeg juices sinkingIt’s the cold and hot fatsthe baking boiling simmeringthickening richness... Poetry 30 Sep 2020 | 12:13
Quarantined Midlife Crisis COVID has killed and hurt so manyThe sad stories of health and wealth lost are aplentyI pray for those who lost more than... Poetry 10 Jun 2020 | 11:31
Morning Sermon I come to the table.Disciples blooming under God’s opulent eye:Begonias of pomegranatecoloredosageorange.Portulaca with lacy... Poetry 12 May 2020 | 02:36
Earthshine The man in your life should be the sort whogathers firewood on Sunday. Who wipes sweat off his brow and pulls splinters from... Poetry 01 Jul 2019 | 03:57
Seed Catalogue to Farmstand This one stores wellYou could be eating cucumbers on ChristmasGermination is slow and sparseThis tastes more like a cucumber... Poetry 06 Mar 2019 | 12:58
Summer of ‘12 Acres, twenty Six mouths to feed. I plow and harrow, seed interred The kids, too small to aid Wife weak, in flesh and will.... Poetry 03 Jan 2019 | 01:45
The rest I don’t ever want to have a jobJust a paycheck, thanksI will never need youYour commute, attire, meetings, holiday... Poetry 06 Nov 2018 | 03:49
fisherman seen from a worms view Fishing I don’t catch many fishI’m not a naturalThe arc of the weighted line and flyAs it sails through the air Is... Poetry 02 Jul 2018 | 03:43
SPIT Spit:It’s what I wanted to beAble to doWell.Spit!Spit A giantShiningCrystal Bullet Of spit,Shoot it Out of my mouth... Poetry 14 May 2018 | 03:02
Spring snowdrop flowers with snow in the forest Around this snowy bend I hear the song of summerAround this snowy bend,Where the cold wind will stop blowingAnd the sunshine will not end.A rainbow... Poetry 23 Apr 2018 | 12:02
Smoke spreads over the scorched earth from natural summer fires caused by heat I Shot a Tree I shot a tree to death on my way to Viet Nam. My first war crime. I knew I was going to die and didn’t want to die... Poetry 26 Oct 2017 | 11:44
Skies With / Without Clouds Every sky is blue, When the clouds have been skimmedfrom its top. Every garden is lovely, when new flowers are sitting in... Poetry 27 Jun 2017 | 03:14
Rotten fallen tree detail in wild forest Rotting Log I saw the futureIn a rotted logThe withered, ashen-laced edges of dried barnaclesOn upward curling slabs of stiff, dried... Poetry 08 May 2017 | 04:32
