Perspective
As the wind blows across sand, rocks, and driftwood I marvel at the change within me that I...
Poem – Walked Across the Field
I walked across that empty field after the weeds took over and boulders fell from the darkening sky...
Poem – The Sky is Burning
The black sky of antiquity replaced by what we do not know what we fear. In the depths...
Poem – The Burden We Accept
(1) Remains We found remains not of the day or night not of the moon or sun but...