Poetry, Writing

Story Time

Or what grandpa said about fairy stories. Flowing ink and flowing words Never lead to things—untowards. Of course they don’t and never will What do you read to think they shall? Or do you think that talk of stars And rocket ships, and men on mars, And dragons breath on silver shield, And gallant souls… Read More Story Time

Poetry, Writing

Golden Trumpets

A simple bit of awe and wonder for your day. In the shining of the spring When all the world draws near And the dandelions sparkle Their simple welcome cheer. When leaves are now unfurling And all the world awakes A single breath of joy Is all the soul can take. When the dew shins… Read More Golden Trumpets