Hello
Every hello right now seems to haveA hint of pain in itAnd yet we still talk about the weather,So I guess I’ll…
Heart in Pilgrimage. SDG.
Every hello right now seems to haveA hint of pain in itAnd yet we still talk about the weather,So I guess I’ll…
Flicker, flicker, flickerGoes the flame of my faith. It would only take a crackOf the window, a creakOf the door, to endIts…
We waste a lot of our livesEnvying peoplePretending that theyAre not wasting their lives. We should feel sorryFor Forbes-folk, reallyFor real joy…
I argued with youOn the Internet todayWe chased after wind … Photo by seth schwiet on Unsplash
The weight of this worldSits heavy on us today.Even though the sun shinesThrough my window,Families weep in darkness, At the very epicenterOf…
After The Mower by Philip Larkin Poetry, are you still in there?You do not return my calls.You have probably gone offTo adventure…
After “The Inklings” Square Halo Conference Words have been hibernatingIn my throat, too timidFrom this extended winter. But today I stood amongThe…
This year, I’m making another attempt at writing a poem a day with my poetry group, The Poetry Pub. … 1. Beginnings…
In a world traveling at the speed of light,Let us slow down,Let us be the light. With overwhelming data begging our reaction,Let…
I used to run and hideFrom you, with myLeafy covering andCatalog of excuses. It seemed easier to saveFace than believeThat there’s saving…
If I stare at this blue skyToo long, I’m afraidIt will consume me. Its spectrum of richesDwarfs my imaginationAnd shames my screens,…
“Slow down.”“Rest.”“Wait.” These are the anathemasOf our busy days. The lostArt of an ancient world.Very unlike the bits and bytesSent flying through…