A Poetic Kind Of Place
(Luke 4: 1-13)
We, with our stomachs so full of stone
dug from the deserts of apathy and dread,
our souls shrinking down toward skin and bone, 130 more words
5 days, 20 hours ago
This captain finds a harbor
Seeking shelter from the stormy sea
Yet when the storm is passed
And the moon and tide grow full
Once more sets sail… 12 more words
6 days, 19 hours ago
2016 has been good to me so far, that’s for sure. Two extremely exciting pieces of news to share today:
1 week, 1 day ago
I’m obsessed with this inscription in my second hand copy of Back to Methuselah. So I’m writing a poem about it.
Above is the first draft of the first stanza.
1 week, 2 days ago
Baby breathe in hue.
Drum. Drum my heart.
I am nothing short of a disaster..police tape for a belt… 89 more words
1 week, 3 days ago
(Luke 9: 28-36)
“. . .but since they had stayed awake, they saw his glory”
Awaken us in the fall of the snow, the drop of the rain, 268 more words
1 week, 5 days ago
I bought new poems
instead of groceries
the fridge bare
but the bookcase bulging
I bought new Hoagland
over bread and butter
for the price I could’ve gotten potatoes… 149 more words
2 weeks ago