the ground grows white and we grow old. watching life happen from the windows and making life happen within these brick walls, together....

… and we wait. we know the end, how the promise was kept, and is being kept. He has and is and will come. the advented Light still breaks...

crawling or dancing, i come. stumbling into a love, too wild to know. though my threadbare heart grows thin from hope. waiting to see His...

a little cottage and a big sea. in one, a part of my soul nestles into a place, and drinks deep from the sense of foundness. but at the...

look outside. the answer is singing in your face. resurrection surrounds us. the daffodils sing it. in blatant mockery of winter,...

the gardener has become the seed. laid to rest under rock and root. the immortal one feels the fall. and bends to the course of the...

look. atop the haunted hill where splintered beams intersect. the Father’s crosshairs, aimed at his son. behold. mounted on the haunted...

he knew where these calloused feet, now clean, would lead. a race to exchange. a kiss to hail, the Son of God for sale. but the only gain...

the mouth of life, from whom worlds rippled into being, sealed in silence. the lips of love, the heaven sent earthbound kiss, hauntingly...

signs and stories of a bridegroom preparing the table and the feast. saved seating. warnings and woes for though invitations broad few...

a fruitless tree, a fruitless temple, erupt in the Maker’s rage. with word and whip, in fury and love, he paves the path of peace. how...

mounted. our king enters upon the beast of burden, and will he not become? listen. the praises exhaled within a breath, morph into a...

how am i supposed to know why the thorn comes with the rose, why the death comes with the growth of the acorn unto oak? it is not for me...

for months we stood at the edge, onlookers to the life within the waters. we watched the mallard slice his way, almost miraculously...

here is where i explain the ground from which my poems sprout. Argyle Estates. Or plain, ol’ Argyle if you’re from here. And I am from...

they shared a plot of earth, but not much more in common. yet in mustered forbearance (or sheer forgetfulness) they sit here. annoyances...

i want to grow old with a place. to measure past time by the forest’s cycle. to schedule my day by the season. what is growing or dying...

i watched the wooded world grow white. trees stands in opposition of everything we’ve made. my wrinkled life felt frivolous in the shadow...

the mirror hurts this morning cause yesterday’s shame shadows today’s face. each freckle and wrinkle and hair reminds me of the fault i...

here is where i explain the ground from which my poems sprout. ~ my sister has been blessed with two pregnancies in her first...

it was the same room where months ago our hearts were stripped and love laid bare. our wounded selves sought meaning through our swollen...

I stayed up late the night you left. Not that I had much Of a say in that. It’s hard to sleep With swollen eyes And a trampled heart. As...

what’s the price of information? but the cost of what we once knew. mind rivers run from source to sea water un-retained in the force of...

eyes widen, lost in expanse. nothingness impresses upon the over-stimulated. hours of bulbs, watts, lumens pining for attention. muffled...

the fire’s found the forest a slow yet trodding search. each leaf will be the kindling until the wood is burnt. but none impede the...

life is but a journey of finding God, or rather, realizing where he’s always been. his exhale billows from the morning mountain crags....

my eyes have watched a million miracles. if only i hadn't been so time-blinded. the pine we placed in the hole we made once small enough...

un-calloused

in perfect word, you spoke it all. life incarnate in your breath. a spoken world, a blooming word, breath begotten; word made flesh. in...

i can smell it. its’ reach seeps through the soles of my shoes. shoes i shed. holy ground. green happens upon me; it’s contagious....