Hands cupped
into a bowl,
I know,
No Cleansing
By what wistful welling
do these tears dwell? Continue reading “No Cleansing”
The Kings of Atlanta
Say goodbye
to the Kings
of Atlanta.
Weave their story
into the tapestry
of your life. Continue reading “The Kings of Atlanta”
Grey Decembers
Grey Decembers
are a dark age
of numbing loss. Continue reading “Grey Decembers”
Another Step
In-time,
take a another step,
holding her thorny gift.
Uncooperative
The autumnal turn
sets deep in the world
and pulls at leaves
by the handful. Continue reading “Uncooperative”
Untwisting
I fell through a crack,
a space-between,
I slipped ‘neath the layers,
and found the seam. Continue reading “Untwisting”
Summer Eyes
“You seem sad,”
she said, summer-eyed,
through the window Continue reading “Summer Eyes”
Among the Crickets
21:49.
The crickets cry
as the darkness
reminds them to sing. Continue reading “Among the Crickets”
Farewell to the Grandmothers
Today we gathered on the shore
and said goodbye to lovers long-gone
or farewell to the grandmothers
whose loving hands felt so warm. Continue reading “Farewell to the Grandmothers”
The Rain Goes On…
The rain goes on,
pattering, awash,
in glistening ribbons
along the road Continue reading “The Rain Goes On…”
The Reeds Bent
How far will
the reeds bend
in this summer wind? Continue reading “The Reeds Bent”