Category Archives: Poems

All a feather needs to believe: the Wind which blows knows where it goes.

Lancelot could have come a lot in Camelot had he wished to, but that virgin paladin made himself live up to some pristine illusion created by his delusion, thus leaving Guenievere salivating over him and never giving Arthur the chance … Continue reading →

I got bones in my fingers. I got bones in the back of my hands! I got tunes in my toes. And my eyesight’s not to bad! I can stroll down the street keeping to my happy beat. And when … Continue reading →

Last spring we planted a rainbow of coleus in blue ceramic pots across our front porch. The runt of the seedlings, we buried haphazardly in a small-plastic-faux-clay-planter. It is early Autumn now and runt has grown enormuser than all the … Continue reading →

I need to crawl out from under the warm, seductive, blanket of misconstrued faith, and break my habit of shaky hope. I need to be crushed by the weight of a wave, and drown in the pull of a rip … Continue reading →

My darling grand-daughter Clementine (yes, Clementine) at four years old cherishes a strange pleasure, the seed of which, I suspect, comes from reading. Yes, at four years old, Clementine can read, thanks, I believe, to the honed expertise of her … Continue reading →

Answering a new friend request, after reading her page, after she typed, “Hello”, How are you doing today?’ I replied,”Hello”. And she replied, “Hello”. and I said, “Phew! I’m glad we got that over with!” and she sent me her … Continue reading →

I surprise myself by how comfortable I can be creaking into the horizontal. I mean, well, vertical is nice ‘n all, but I’ve been there for so long that going from standing to sitting, like into my recliner or my … Continue reading →

Did God need a burning bush to meet Moses on Mount Sinai? Did Jesus need His spit-made-mud to give a blind man sight? Did He need a fish and a loaf to feed the multitude? Could He just have said, … Continue reading →

I’m composing this, sitting in the E-Z Breeze under a North Carolina blue sky. Loblolly Pines, Live Oak and scrub brush grow around the back yard border. The temperature’s cooling a bit, 89 degrees says the thermometer in the shade. … Continue reading →