Monthly Archives: June 2014

All sunshine and sovereign is God, generous in gifts and glory. – Psalm 84 … …. You’re sneaking in again, holding me fast and slow -ing my heart. Let’s start with this sky; how do I take these bright shards, … Continue reading →

Dreaming in blue …………with too much to do. If we swallow this sky, …………..will we fly?   …

My heart bursts its banks, spilling beauty and goodness. I pour it out in a poem to the king, shaping the river into words… -Psalm 45:1 … Beauty crowds me till I die, heart broken open, splayed loose into indigo … Continue reading →

….. The moon is ripe for sound tonight, and I am ready – haunched and haunted, undaunted by the fullness of her smile. Tucked long beneath this smoky sky, I will beg my lungs to break their slatted cage, and … Continue reading →

… Pop the toast right down, …bend the paper still ……….and ……howl a little ……at that melting moon.   .. Written for Poetic Asides.

.. … It’s about the Lake and the ocean, cobalt sky, sapphire pool and cerulean s     t     r      e      t      c      h. It’s catching crawdads and midnight moonbeams and … Continue reading →

… Has it been here all along, in the leaves? Why do we grieve these fallen things? Let’s walk these fields and brew ourselves in sun and strains of jasmine song. Read me, Love; stain my heart in something steeped, … Continue reading →

… As exotic as life gets for her, really. A circus – she’s turned down three rings             ……….(so far) and the villain still pursues her. She’s not destined for Harvard or Yale, hails from much more a capella places, all … Continue reading →

…. Seduce me, you dark creature of the night sky, ply this copper pen -ny blood plague, dreadful tongue praying for water. Kiss me, then lev -itate my longing for spilled letters, bright un -knowing. I know you must be … Continue reading →

… (And overwhelmingly hand -led), her fingers itch for a knock -out bout of inky pow ……………………..-er. Gnarly her noise; the juke is stuck on Caribbean Queen and she has shared this dream far too long. Ask her for her … Continue reading →