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 ...
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 ...
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 watches his children. “She is alone.” “He is alone.” “That one, too, is alone.” “There is no comfort for m...
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...
(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...
Each day is hard, my Love. Discomfited by fond memories. Remember when you laid your head on my lap As we watched The African Queen? I smoothed the strands of y...
I hear your name, The softness of it. In dark hours When I and my restless wandering Are breached by still waters. I see your face And follow it. Sense your lim...