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Enchanted Conversation

Fri, 30 Sep 2011 22:07:43 +0100

Read my poem, "It Must 'a Been a Full Moon"
in the Cinderella issue of
Enchanted Conversation: A Fairy Tale Magazine

The Bottom Line

Fri, 30 Sep 2011 22:08:43 +0100

If you sit still long enough and stare
into the yard, notice the bird hop and
peck for bugs in the grass, see the pecan
tree branches sway and bend, watch the
squirrels watch you for the slightest
movement...

then the world you left inside will
begin to rust away, corrode in slow,
steady breaths, your indoor words will
oxidize into laces of umber and sorrel and
chestnut until you reach the bottom line
of your soul, the stark metal base of your
life, run your fingers over the spiny tips of
the box-leaf hollies and bleed.

The Closer Walk

Sun, 29 May 2011 02:39:28 +0100

winter cold melts
spring days lengthen and warm
summers laughter fades into
autumns golden frost

seasons change but
friendships don't
we just walk a little closer
to each other

and to Him.

Something New

Tue, 10 May 2011 17:22:19 +0100

Sometimes we trudge the same, aging path
searching for something new to see, new
to hear, new to feel, forgetting, sometimes,
the faithful beauty of consistency that
enables us to arrive at
new destinations.

outfield

Mon, 02 May 2011 02:41:53 +0100

in the outfield
even Jesus
drew in the dirt

Nightlight

Fri, 18 Mar 2011 01:11:05 +0100

sunset in
the graveyard,
wisemen kneel,
shepherds praise;
for fifty-six years,
someone
looks forward
to eternity

At Risk

Mon, 24 Jan 2011 04:18:21 +0100

It's good to know
for those of us at risk
of falling, tumbling, skidding,
backward, forward, downward, around
into harm and pain and mistakes untold,
that Someone hears
the alarm
and comes running.

Get Well Soon

Thu, 20 Jan 2011 03:05:05 +0100

shiny wishes
bright and light and well
balloon around us

Emergency

Sun, 16 Jan 2011 04:40:55 +0100

What are you doing, Lord, with
that searing pain and
my pounding heart and
his ashen face, Lord,
did you remember to say
I'll be right back, before
you left the room?

Gray

Wed, 05 Jan 2011 02:15:03 +0100

The future seldom clear
looms ahead, cloaked in gray,
the color of indecision and
uncertainly, the purgatory of
middle ground, waiting for
the coloring of
the Son.