Poetry

a woman sky eternal silence spring the sun newborn ...

Cathedral elms once graced our street before they cut them down.

Though you had always lived in light, you looked deep in the dark, and chose the way of pain ...

Much noise surrounds. Let words be few.

Sometimes, when I fear the small light I bring isn't big enough or bright enough ...

If you were here I would put my hand on your heart and hold it there ...

What if diplomas were earned for the second definition of the verb "graduate" ...

May sunshine, and the old professor sits on his deck eating a cold beef sandwich ...

Aunt Louise listed her garden chores on a chart in the laundry room next to the garage ...