A breeze carries the sweet smell of plowed earth across the clovers from the edge of the freshly plowed field where knee-high family farmhands stand shoulder-to-shoulder with empty burlap sacks once used for races on Easter Sunday. Today, the potato sacks fulfill their name. Thanks to the vintage Allis Chalmers tractor that pulls a rusty … Read more
you’ve been warned this whole damn time if only you’d stop–listen words deep as mine stop. stop. time to listen. wait a sec wait for Sacred springs or else bathe in misery that hoodwinks and hell holes bring
There ain’t no more of me to give to you. Dry as the desert August wind high hopes for Love to quench There ain’t no more of me for you to pick apart Roadside raven plucked and torn There ain’t no more of me to give to you. My life–a shell of broken promises, A … Read more
Alone and waiting this ship I sail Greater depths of doldrums ne’er been Blistering sun, charring skin Nor whisper of wind–He let us fail Stagnant sails surface doubt On this course I chart anew Rumblings from the misfit crew Misfits and seekers, all the louts Return us not Onto craggy shores Though still waters not … Read more
My love is guarded She–a fortress surrounds Protected from outer forces, equal to those within Grappling beasts and chained dogs watch Keep her close Keep her safe Alone. She sits while Grappling beasts and chained dogs watch The thought of losing her–too much to bear, Only for he. Thus, locked she stays Grappling beasts and … Read more
Dance in the delight Of doubt. Find comfort Shrouded in arms of ambiguity. Grasp firm with fatigued fingers of faith, A lead weight. An anchor she sinks. To the depths Of the sea. Drop with her, and sink Down the dancing depths of doubt. Her resting place. Her home. Allow … Read more
Pull me through the darkness. I am numb to feeling anything: happy, sad, joy, anger, grief. Numb to feeling. Joy has escaped me–it’s left my body, taken a midnight bus to anywhere but here and taken the fine china of life with it. Why am I feeling so numb and empty? Help me feel again. … Read more
I have #2 issues and it’s become a #1 problem. Yeah, I know…not sexy. I bore this pain baby three days ago and it’s been with me every part of the day. It’s quite uncomfortable. Imagine someone digging their fingernail into your skin to the point of pain and keeping it there like a physical … Read more
Pushing, moving, silent screaming Relinquish the battle within For even the snake waxes anew Yield to renew again Chanted chorus, their chortled cries Hear the sirens sing Listen listen close enough To the spaces in between Not the snake nor the siren Oh, the spaces give respite Live in that space of stillness The spaces … Read more