May 15, 2018

I lay my tired bones down at the narrow gate to let them be conquered by this cavalcade of undeserved grace. Here's the white flag, here's the pen; here's my empty, ink-stained hands and all the places my mind has been. All over again. No more solo daydreams down tenuo...

May 10, 2018

I was a little bruised and a little broken

when you leaned in and whispered the greatest words ever spoken.

Then morning flooded into foggy spaces

and illuminated all the faces

I'd ever seen but never known.

Of one thing I'm sure: this way leads Home.

May 9, 2018

 Sin-stained skin rinsed in moonlight

Glows white like incandescent night

Then these wrinkles and scars momentarily flee

With these shadows beneath the apple tree

May 8, 2018

A great acrylic sea stretches across the wall—Cobalt blue.

It almost looks real if you squint your eyes 'til they’re nearly shut

and conjure up the sound of briny waves slapping little sailboats.

It’s the same color as the ball that goes back and forth—Cobalt blue.

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