A simple hallelujah For the dirt under my nails For the sky that  makes the rain And the sun that shines above   A heartfelt hosannah For the grass beneath my feet For the bees that kiss the flowers And the breeze that cools my…

I walk this winding wooden trail With beauty everywhere Toward a peaceful destination Filled with dreams beyond compare Each and every way I look God’s wonder clearly shines Blessing every step I talk For He has made this life mine I see the water, so…

Truant Afterwards, everyone judged though they, too, wished they could run. History is only kind to those who judge, and with a girl-child ripped from a mother’s arms, the only cold comfort to be had was in the dusty pages of history books.   They…

Like wood in a jungle of concrete Is my imagination Breaking the monotony Excel sheets, G-cals, bland academic papers Demand equals supply at the equilibrium price   My imagination creates disequilibrium What if the equilibrium choice is not the right choice? What if I escaped? If…

I held myself underwater So I could rise above the surface And prove myself alive The lungs ballooning So I could rise above the surface And enjoy the shock of breathing The lungs ballooning Proof that I deserved to survive And enjoy the shock of…

Angst German or Dutch it doesn’t trouble me that much. This is word-etymology that we trust. Teenage angst is still most popular today, and that’s not ok! The youth are a precious group; they are all our saved up dreams rolled into one. My school…

WOODEN WALKWAY In a Mountain holler I decided to walk I didn’t want distractions I didn’t want to talk.   I came upon a wooden walkway strange among the trees. I decided to diverge, which is not like me at all   I’m a stubborn sort of…

  Sometimes I dare myself To stand close to the edge because fear reminds you that you’re alive right? The pit of my stomach drops away like an elevator summoned to a lower floor My palms sweat Traitors! What if I need to hold onto…

Brought to a lake six-thousand-feet up in the Colorado Rockies forty years have passed and I wonder if it is the altitude or the view repossessing my breath have found us goat-like on the move, jumping from rock-to-rock tempting foot-soaking fate or worse I would…

I see you down there looking snug Rested, untested, and feeling all smug Sure you’re fancy With your stupid umbrella Drinking your mai tai Or is it Gin and Tonic Either way, I can’t stomach you Or the way you chew your food I only…