"Sing, sparrows, sing, for God's good varied grace!" We are so well provided for.
Bombs burst, exploding, guns unloading,Whole cities, families crack, implodingWhile life and hope corrode. We gropeIn darkness, begging for a ropeWe might cling to. Send us a wingTo lift us, something, anything,Upon which we might sail. We’re frail,And thick and heavy is the veilThat overlies our cries. Our eyesWeep bitterly and agonizeOver the one who’d turn … Continue reading Wait
Last Christmas angels parted golden skies With festal shouts of hope, goodwill, and peace. Night shepherds’ little lambs with whitest fleece Pressed in around my son to soothe his cries. Then men from ancient lands who analyze The stars appeared to us to our increase, For gold and fragrances that would release Us from our … Continue reading Last Christmas
From desert heat they perish, parched and glum.Bare, blinded, and abused they wander longTo quench their thirst; if only they could numbThe sweltering pain and find their long-sought song. In utter darkness desperate children gropeFor something they can’t even name or dream.Eternity inside demands they hope;In whom or what, though, yet remains unseen. Through blinding … Continue reading To Glory
Come up, come up, and gaze across the land I’ve conquered for you with my mighty hand. Press to the height of this towering hill And look upon the promise I’ll fulfill Not for you but for them, for I am true And all men liars. Of myriad men, two From the old generation will … Continue reading Moses on the Mountain
A boat floated just off the pier, severe The sight, did not appear to quite cohere To scenes the pier was most accustomed to. Despite its watertight design, a crew That knew their ropes by day, by night, frostbite, Sun’s scorching light that did not one affright, The boat moved not a mote, did not … Continue reading The Shipwright and His Boat
"Nose against the cardboard, he still smelled each sibling's scent." The tale of the one left behind. Click to read more.
Poems can be stories, too. It didn't dawn on me until recently, but in one of those rare moments of clarity, I just saw it. I've written poems for years, and—duh—some of them have been just as narrative as can be. And so, we though we'd share some with you. Some are appealing. Others dabble … Continue reading Special Announcement: Poems are Stories, Too