Poetry

Sanctuary

A long-tapered match lights the wicks of candles scattered throughout a room soft music drifts…

Old Woman – Your Eyes

When I look into your eyes, I see decades… you as a spark- not yet…

Beads

In the shower this morning water sprayed like most days warm, soothing to wake a…

Journeyman’s Prayer

She carries her Dream Basket Cradled like a baby, And steps into the meadow. A…