poetry

Digging

Here am I again, where circles end, the dusty place I know at the end of the road. I sink to my knees, furiously dig, past listless grains to deeper pack. Sand, flowing through my fingers, until I hit something hard, solid. I grasp it, wrench it into the light, hold it up to weak,…Read more Digging

Reach

  I reach for you – translucent shimmering like a spider thread flung through morning light fragile tensile by sheer ache and desire you span this mighty expanse

Quelled

rapid little heart so undone thrashes fragile feathered chest, wings frantically fan fiery fear seen and unseen so in need of just one word held quelled in tender hands cupped and quiet

Witnesses

  A Summer Night at Grandpa's House hot the night air white the hot light dancing in distant moonlit fields drowning in years of gathered emptying skies pouring down our windowpane drumming our whispers into the restless drone of the fan of still musty the dusty presence of settling walls of eyes in photos in every…Read more Witnesses

You Are What I Need

  I am only a dust storm, a disembodied haze, rushing through this searing day. Here, amongst these muted hues, restless, wandering, nowhere to hide, un-done. A tumble-weed reeling, all of me leaning through this desert singing of striated skies with cactus blooms straining and orange mallow urging – they hurry me on. They know what I need…Read more You Are What I Need

Holding onto the Light

Roots tuck under ebony blanket. Tree-top, reluctant to sleep, teases black sky, clouds swirling heavy, mounting high. And in the space in-between, branches cradle last light in tender arms, as if tearfully crooning, “so long…” But when creeping night looks the other way, they stealthily syphon those silver rays into secret stashes, burning bright and…Read more Holding onto the Light

The Love of God

There is a narrow deserted road, path for wild winds carrying traces of damp green growing things, tumbling around and through you. There, tossing branches flow from purple moonlit skies into a quiet rumble in the earth below your feet. It swells insistently by the moment. Air pounds with intensity, a growing living entity, until…Read more The Love of God

The Sky Begins to Dance

mountains ramble into mesas, stepping down to plains, kinked succulents, anchored, release the blinding light of day, reach for pooling pink and orange settle into quiet sleepy soil while the sky begins to dance here, our silvery trail of tears, lament for heavy feet, mooring us to earth there, their finished race - flames the…Read more The Sky Begins to Dance

Holy Ground

Bushes still burn today without being consumed. I feel the flames in dark corners of the world where people suffer - the Spirit of God brooding, fierce with unquenchable yearning to gather His little ones into His arms. I can only fall to my knees in humble adoration, let the fire overtake my being. And…Read more Holy Ground

Longing for Home

Blue shadows fall on barren fields where once we roamed heart-to-heart. Now clouds hinge on sinister skies. Grass, tattered earth, flaps like threadbare laundry. Cold and exposed, I drift alone. A weathered fence guides me, hand-over-hand. Nothing tied down, everything shifts in ochre waves. How can I feel trapped in a place so vast? Bare…Read more Longing for Home