An older piece of mine, first shared on Facebook when a certain poem and its variants were making the rounds. A friend posted it yesterday (with permission), so here it is for anyone who wants to find it again. America is the Gun That holds its head up high. That does not scorn the fight,… Read More America’s Gun
For Maggie, Eldritch and all the rest don’t seem so far out of reach any more. Fire and wind breath through the night Hope follows close, chasing the light. Candles flare brightly and answer the stars, And echoes of laughter claim what is ours. Hands reaching upwards to follow the flame Of rocket ships burning… Read More Outward Bound
Thoughts inspired by some friends of mine. I hope you enjoy it. Between the light and darkness The breath of life begins The spirit stops and harkens To the kindled flame within. No bright and blazing glory Though that draws the spirit on No dark and dragging fury Though that shackles them to wrong. But… Read More The Brightness Between
Wandering through some thoughts in the world I’ve been playing in. What brings a name through the depths of time? Must it be yours or even mine? What calls the soul that still would be? That echoes in eternity? Listen well in silence bound Where finding is itself profound. Listen there in dark of night… Read More Weaving the Name