Poetry – Page 7 – Skeleton At The Feast

My Lord Has Many Faces

I speak from this space where my Lord has many faces.

Lights of the Deep

Life and change are inseparable.

Seek The Desert

…Silence drips like water in a garden…

Early March Mornings

I’m not sure Texas got the memo that there’s a season between winter and summer.

Friday 13

What is Friday 13?

Fed-Up Writer To A Stubborn Piece of Work

A dramatic narration.

This Morning It’s No Secret

Spring is back and Life is here – what will you risk for it?

Your Name is Nightingale

You find ghosts in the oddest of places. Mine haunted a news page.

Where Am I?

Massachusetts springtime, Indiana summer – where am I again?

Look Up (Parasite)

I’ve seen trees before. I grew up around trees and even had what I would call good relationships with many of them. Call it the famed Midwestern friendliness.