The light was just peeking in Inky black turning to sapphire blue Knew it would only turn brighter Missed the next changes To royal Aqua Cyan I missed the spot of brightness in the distance The clouds that danced red Orange Pink White The world…

Kneading the dough? What I need is to rise An early start But the street cries The sun is yawning Ready to hypnotize Not fully there I sympathize ‘C’mon, let’s go!’ A time to bake Why we couldn’t do this When I’m more awake Already…

I look out and see the possibilities of my life.  A vast terrain that I’ve yet to explore.  It is growing and beautiful, ripe to be tilled.  There overhead flies an eagle showing me the heights that I can reach.  I hear the song. I…

wow what an orgy of bright flashes and radiation the dashing and dancing it’ll leave you white the distraction becomes very obtrusive the swelling florescent green it supplies opens my reluctant eyes while the curs-ed yellows attack like wasps eager to burrow into my skin…

so many vehicles honking their way through the shady trees trickling into my window dust and birdsong

I slept – pulled into a deep embrace of my own making Pulled into the warmth of the cove of recycling Air for another day. Recovery from all the womb Thought it had to offer And yet, I still hope in waking  

May The Lord bless us, protect us and lead us to everlasting life May his Holy Spirit fill us with the courage to bring forth holiness, never strife May his Grace envelop us pour into us and allow us to never stray May we always…

The view from my window Through the reddest eyes I have known in a year I see black, dead of night, 2 AM. Even the moon has grown tired. There is no beauty No great understanding Not even a palm tree visible Just black And…

such a lovely summer day to sit behind my curtains with the window wide open lots of sun and some sea breeze to balance it out. Can see the glare of the sun on the rooftops across the road, hear the neighbour next door playing…

The moon has gone to be with her lover Falling stars flung like firebrands to ward the paths toward heaven A mile to midsummer and she is full and dark She will not be awakened We chant psalms and keen redemption in the penumbra A…