To have and to hold from this day forward In sickness and in health Two weeks shy …there’s an odd feeling of displacement in that In the midst of the grief Tears upon tears Rage at the universal unfairness of the universe Rage and tears…

The moon phase begins its round of growing, perhaps a budding moon— eggs hatching with creativity.  Earthbound,   we don’t begin knowing these changes— we grow with the hare moon or milk moon, new urges manifesting. Then estrangement   comes, still there is fruition—take May…

Belonging Searching forever for a home My soul belonging nowhere and everywhere All at the same time My life like a jigsaw Made of thousands of tiny moments Some fitting together, some twisted beyond what the eye can see My heart missing a beat Scared…

Some have called us soul mates with good reason since we both love such important things and ideas and dedicated vessals of hope. We met in a writers group at a time when neither of us were looking for a mate — just sharing the…

Tracking the movement of the sun Welcoming admirers in bright sunshine Folding as daylight decreases Resting out of the limelight until sunrise Opening again in bold colors  

They were thirteen years a part, Introduced by a mutual acquaintance from the church, Corresponding long distance was how they dated at first. Traveling to meet family, her brothers pranked my dad, The laughter, the marriage, then the kids, First brother, then ’twas me. Then…

The loaves weren’t perfect like the ones on Instagram. Smooth, even twins of one another. One had a bump on the corner. The other, a little tilty. flour water salt oats yeast All came together in ceremony to create one. Yet, one is one. The…

after GK Chesterton “For Honour!” cries the foolish wretch “I cannot compromise!” The modern wise philosopher Just shakes their head and sighs. What use is honour to us now Except for making waves? Go with the flow, to stand one’s ground Is no way to…

prisoners of will caged by vows of uneasy comfort.   two peas in a pods; a journey to multiply and to loosely tame passion.

Coins fall through a poorly sewn pocket, and clatter dully on the cobblestone. An opulent, imposing carriage rolls thoughtlessly over the copper. The Lord and Lady inside peer out, eyes locking with the friendly layman’s soot streaked smile, though they prefer distance over satisfied curiosity….