The slanting February sun Wrapped in a grey furry blanket Begs forgiveness for offering no warmth She offers no golden stream Of light that we might bask in While sitting in the old, Red chair in the kitchen She offers no color to the day That might distract us While...
A chair at the window A trunk full of dreams A bed with a sag in it And holes in the screens Yarn all a tatter Clothes in a box Books in a corner Doors without locks Life is a moment It’s raw and it’s pungent It’s bitingly brutal And tender as teardrops We’re strong...
The autumn wind was taking a stand and declaring summer to be over. She put on her best face, scudding thin clouds across the moon, baring trees of their coats, relieving folks of their hats and most of all whipping skirts and dresses around the legs of women daring...
Deep night, a slice of moon Bright as a dagger All things warm blooded well hidden The souls on this eve, return for a chance To beg their past sins forgiven Standing at the forefront grinning The dust a disembodied beast I heard his thundering wagon approach His grin...
God? Are You there? I’ve been watching the news lately and I don’t know what to think. Well, mostly about gay marriage. There’s a county clerk that praises You for getting her out of jail. She won’t sign gay marriage documents for people who...
