how do we live

there must be so much pain 
in the world from people not 
being able to spend enough time 
on what’s personally meaningful 
to them…

problematic Eden

a snake emerges 
from a curtain of flames 
black forked tongue 
hissing amidst 
the crackling blaze 
the immediate sense 
is that…

A Short Poem

In the Heart of the Forge

A Walk of Faith Series | In the Hands of the…

My Orpheus

Great Wanderer and lover of art,

I spent a lifetime and admirer of that sweet lyre,

Stillness

creak of bare feet

no vyng of words

Poem: The Bet

The Bet

Before we stepped out of the car
I told my mother
I bet you $20 I will see someone I know here

Pepper, Citrus, & Moss

I kind of want to hug you again
I know our skin is made of
bitter ends
But I want to remember
what you smell like