Eternity cannot be known the way life wants to know it, the way wind with its eight voices speaks ghost, holy and otherwise, as it blows through the Crow’s eye in search of an abandoned farmhouse. Eternity settles as dust in rooms where wind lives,…

What would you name a relationship- Sans lust Sans sensuousness Yet so cherished that it leads to a big smile. What would you name a relationship- Illogical Unacceptable Still so desiring that it ignites the soul. What would you name a relationship- Has no age…

I cannot fathom the power that lives within each of us. No matter how matted, disheveled, or broken we appear on the outside. The powers of a single touch alone is baffling. We can tear at each other so viciously, Beating the very will to…

We played on the beach all day, building castles in the sand. We built a mighty kingdom in a majestic faraway land. The prince rescued the princess, and the celebration was grand. The king merrily approved when he knelt and asked for her hand. Then…

I donned on my black boots readying myself for war Tied my hair into knots with twigs and rope Placing my hands upon the dirt and vowing whispers to my sisters I will awaken with thee And open a path of serenity So mote it…

First Poem—posted at 9 a.m. CDT on the wrong page   That fidget spinner Whirling focuses attention But piques teacher’s ire.

Shore Story   It always was a part of me; the salt, the crashing of the sea. Sandy toes part of the lure; waves big and small, they are the cure. A seagull cries, my eyes they follow; he flies far off into tomorrow. If…

Kinship I left the trail temporarily, my backpack straps tugging my shoulders down and back until I found this place, off the beaten path and becoming a part of the soil that once supported its structure. I laid my burden down on a rock and…

As he filled the jug from the fresh, seeping spring he thought about the girl in the skirt, her lips wet with whiskey her hands damp with want her gray eyes moist with dreams of faraway places.   They thought he was lonely in the…

The moon swings in the sky like a great bronze bell, and the east rings with its light. Minds, like drops of dew, reflect the sky; when clouds come, the moon remains. Trapped between mirrors, we could see eternity but for our own heads.