Here winds a cathedral into the earth Here sings a voiceless choir, Echoes indiscernible from the wind. My words are weak against these limestone walls. Here there once were gods; here they stand still. A great black bull the scale of night Unspeakable in its…

The stories they hear, of people coming near. Those mountains and seas, where all find peace. Dusk and dawns, when a little baby yawn. The rains and snow, twilight may know, how deep one loves, like a pair of doves. When sun shines so bright,…

Campfire Haiku Wood smoke fills the air hot face, cold back, boots melting sizzle, crackle, pop Warmth seeping into bones chilled by desert air under starlight Silence here at first full with life once you are still vibrant if you look (Prompt: Photo of a…

Child of the sea, Miracle beyond the rocks, Stalagmite nightmares.

Hour 8: Crumpled Pages The pages have been crumpled, kicked, forgotten – maybe a few have even been burned alongside the blankets tha tliving in a desert deems “unnecessary”.   We could spread them out and create maps – pick anywhere else in the world and…

Where You Belong If you are blessed enough to call yourself My EX You belong in my past Ex is for no longer wanted, no longer necessary If You ever had the honour to know my deepest secrets You are part of my present Present…

I rub the place between my eyes The pain from simply feeling I step outside to view the skies A hawk, it soothes my healing I look for you in every cloud You rarely let me down I wish I’d said the things I felt…

A simple pleasure that only cost 25 cents a gallon was a drive to anywhere We would pile into the family car skirmishing for the coveted window seat We cranked the windows down, the car-generated breeze kept us cool Making our eyes water, but who…

And so the song shall be sung. A choir calling for the honeyed mass. Commanding. Beseeching entry to the sermon. Come you unwashed. Rejoice all who are down trodden. I am the sigh within your tears. Call me in reflection. Hear me in echo.

Naked, I bathe in the glow of still, solemn rays that, like me, have boldly chosen to rise again I am golden in the early hours, the wispy bits of daylight before dreams disrupt in the fullness of day This moment is my own, stolen…