When my feet were placed on the path, I started walking.I guess my body always knew what was expected of […]
Dry
Black ink everywhere:a pen leaking for mebecause I could cryno tears of my own.
Reply to Jane
You wear your vest of many pockets,carry its weight, manage to find the strength.You list its contents and wonder, in […]
Trigger Finger
His is twitchy,yet he brags about his control,and under the thumb of anger, he writhes. This makes him shoot at […]
Treasure
You came into the worldand wondered why no one wanted you. Every lost moment of loveadded a stone to the […]
Two, Today
Will-O-The-Whisps Beyond the edgeof what our eyes see,they are there. They touch uswith their power. And when I catch my […]
137/365: Barefoot
Taken on October 24, 2011 Blessings on thee, little man,Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan!With thy turned-up pantaloons,And thy merry […]
114/365: The Rainy Day
Taken on October 1, 2011 The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;it rains, and the wind is never weary;the […]
105/365: When Mother Reads Aloud
Uploaded on September 22, 2011 When Mother reads aloud, the pastSeems real as every day;I hear the tramp of armies […]
98/365: Too Much
Taken on September 15, 2011 Jonathan BlakeAte too much cake,He isn’t himself today;He’s tucked up in bedWith a feverish head,And […]