The Harvest of An Idealist

This brainwork is a bed of soil A place she where she digs And I watch as her thoughts they grow I like to peek over the iron-wrought walls of friendship, fortresses and fear to see The things that grow beneath Her words fall Into the freshly-watered soil of a blank computer page To grow…

Growing Up with Poetry on the Walls

Growing up, there was Scripture, prose and poems around the house, things that helped mold me into the person I am today. I read and re-read these lines and began enjoying rhymes at an early age.

Beloved, Marooned.

So I fashioned A life-raft for you and for her So you wouldn’t have to keep swimming To and from all the angst of which career to chase next And how to keep yourselves above water When everything has a price I am so saddened by what I see And yet stand not much further…

Planter

  It’s time for gardening. It’s time to bend in the sun. To tear out the things that don’t belong. To make space for things new. To work your hands in to the dirt and wrap your fingers around the weeds And use the strength from your living arms to take away distractions, impediments of…

Children

They are Of laughter Of smiles Of idle dismissals and warring for property rights They are ever mining in curiosity They are ever needing food, needing care They are giving hugs and needing hugs and reaching reaching They are rage, tears and screams in a moment. They underslept and overenergized They are a merrygoround of…

Toads, Snails and Sandbox Friends

  she was yellow green and orange with the midweek headache And a tower built out of old camera tripods Came crawling around the corners of her desk And built themselves into a wailing wall of nostalgia and comfort She was steel, glass and tiny broomstick fibers Then bent and broke and sometimes flew if…

This month births tragedies.

    No one told me to wear armor today. I really didn’t know. I wasn’t totally awake when the blows started. And, to be honest, it’s been like this two weeks. Waking up to unexpected battles. I wasn’t able to dodge the news about Dan’s death.   And there was more. Nothing softened the…