Poetry

Along our route to the sea laps low ...

First I place them in a line atop a narrow path along the side of the house ...

So much depends upon a baby ...

The marketplace vendors admit they can't explain God. They shrug and pocket pomegranates ...

His beard tightly curled, black locks in ringlets, Saul's regal forehead slumbers on bedrock at the mouth of a shepherd's desert cave ...

She walked as if pushed from behind, red corduroys faded to orange, yellow ski jacket, all of her in my mind soft, even the bones of her elbows sleeved in down ...

A wilderness road so barren and yet so full, I was far from home, too deep in the vast whiteout expanse of Yellowstone ...

I know, I know, the universe is so big that you can’t be significant.So, let’s go small.Let two grains of sand rest in your hand an inch apart.A single silicon atom in one of those grains is .2 nanometers in diameter,Or one two-hundred billionth of an inch.That’s 100 thousand times the size of a proton in the middle of that silicon atom,And the proton is 1835 times the size of an electron spinning around it at 1400 miles per second.Electrons…

How vexing to be like a tree planted to produce sweet appls yet on whose grafted branches crab apples grow ...