Black oily feathers fall from the sky like a broken umbrella spinning awry twisting and turning then soaring a while … Continue reading The Crow
Never fear– for all those fleeting moments in the night beneath the flames of your desire that burned brighter than … Continue reading Never Fear
She is in full bloom A crimson flower with arms outstretched and reaching up to the Son A living example … Continue reading Mother
Fear not my friend Though you stand at my grave This is not the end Remember the promise I have … Continue reading Love Endures
your raven hair piled high on your head
and an errant curl like a tassel fallen to one side Continue reading Rambling Thoughts
I sit alone by the window in silence … Continue reading A Yearning.
Should I have rather less randomly
yanked you by your thorny stem
and left you in the garden
among the Jaqards, Buttercups, and Peone?