100 Day Project (Three) Kickoff
I started my first 100 day project a little over a year ago. For three months over the summer, I spent time during the week and much time over the weekends writ...
Tag: Writing
An Arbor of Clematis
A light breeze Sunshine and butterflies A thousand birds warble Won’t you sit with me, dear one, In this arbor of clematis? The Spring is lost If I cannot...
Rod and Jelly
The world was black and closed. The curtains were drawn. Rod did not know if it was day or night, whether or not the sun or moon shone. He didn’t want to ...
Old Man
I want to see what you see, old man. A white like milk through frosted glass. Where does God lead you? There’s no fear in your eyes, But resignation. Not ...
God the Man
God the Man watches his children. “She is alone.” “He is alone.” “That one, too, is alone.” “There is no comfort for m...
Letting Go
There is something like death in it. … and the gift of new birth wrapped in ribbons of a waking sun. There is sadness. There is redness. When the heart gr...
Lost Poem of a Young Man
(He wrote so carelessly) You are the parched breath of my lonely desert And the sand that cuts like broken crystal And the blinding empyrean. The denizens of th...