As we approached what would be our 30. Wedding anniversary I began to write a book of poems for an anniversary present thirty poems, one for each year.

They fly at an endless furry,. Plunging into the soft cushion. Rubies drip from the whole. She lay still without a shreak. Ruby blades fly at me,. And I welcome them with. While I silently pray for. The ragging, ruby blades. Stop inside my life force. And spill out all my.

All the beautiful sentiments in the world weigh less than a single lovely action. Painting by Pieter Bruegel the Elder. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. You are commenting using your WordPress. You are commenting using your Twitter account. You are commenting using your Facebook account.

A Partial List of Things Lost and Found Since I Moved to New York For Real This Time. A Partial List of Things Lost and Found Since I Moved to New York For Real This Time.

Sunday, May 11, 2014. Rubicon - My Own Personal One. Thank you for your submission to. We know that you put a lot of time and effort into your submission, so we appreciate you thinking of us. Right or wrong, we have decided against using your work in our next issue. This did not move us. The one about the High Level Bridge almost did for me because I live in Toledo. The Blah Blah mag Editorial Team.

On June 4, 2012. A few pages tattered and torn. The cover is faded and worn. The highs, the lows,. The happy, the sad,. The ups, the downs,. The story has a beginning,. A middle but, has no end. The final chapters yet to be written,. The rest of your life awaits to be penned. Land Of The Free, Because Of The Brave. On June 4, 2012. In the land of .

On April 8, 2012. Set a glow in the sunset. Hands as red as the horizon. Hair blown to the wind. Darkened with the growing night. Eyes spotted with stared joy. What is she but empty. Filled with a passing sun. Filled with an approaching moon. But lost in the stars. She reaches for the spirit. The mother, the father,.

Today in group therapy, we discussed personal boundaries. The first question was about boundaries between countries and states, and as we went on, we discussed individual boundaries. Sean Michael, July 2015. Sitting in a prison transport van. As we wait at the gas station. Starving for contact with the outside world. The windows on the van are tinted so I can see.

Holy Spirit fill my womb. Your rapture now enfolds me. In the quiet of my room. My soul does magnify the Lord. I rejoice in God, my Savior. You regard my low estate. This handmaid found Your favor. All nations call me blessed. For He who is almighty. Has wrought great things in me. Even His great name is Holy. And just like me, believers. Through ages yet to come. Can bear within the Savior. And a blessed one become! .

Tuesday, 2 October 2012. Of fast cars in polished red and diamonds. Ever thrilled at the yellow canarys song. As life metered out more than it should. Tuesday, 25 September 2012. Many a year has passed. Since I walked that golden mile. But bright lights were a flickering.