The world wears a white gown, Soft and silent as she moves The heart and soul of any  Who oft gaze upon her Subtle brilliance.  Branches...

There is a castle in the sky, and blue is its king— a color that commands, hues that claim dominion over all the lands. A ruler by...

A purple flower peeks through the white snow, A point of color on bleached canvas,  Signifying winter’s windows have come to close,  and...

When I think about my life, the rights and wrongs that I’ve done, I realize that all the terror and strife Arose not from many...

Response to Kipling’s “If”  When the world of men lies all around you, And you don’t know whether to fight or run, When you’re overcome...

The sun greets the sky and earth, radiant yet humble. Its light fills the land along with my heart. It resonates with an ancient lock...

Soft and clear does the river flow, That one so close to home.  I sit beside, my dog and I, And watch it gently go. Any weight upon my...

As men, we’re taught to protect our home, From danger and all manners of evil. But in the process, we shut out the world, Drawing a...

When I first heard, That the mighty oak Came from the humble acorn, I didn’t believe it.  How could it be That the tiny mustard seed Has...

(Played to “Your Hand in Mine,” by Explosions in the Sky) In this mortal coil, we wander alone, Each a solitary soul, a seed once sown. ...

Freewill is a joke. My hands are in cuffs Invisible, I know, but they guide nonetheless Every word, every deed, the way that I dress...

Swift fell the forest to the clever axe's blade No shelter left for wing or honeyed glade The trees had been slow to realize the truth...

As I lay here, I think about my life.  About who I was What I had,  what I did,  and most of all— What I wish had been.  I wish I had...

A lion lunges in the dark, Maws agape,  Teeth shining in the shadows. The ground splinters and splits, the sky melts into murmurs. I’m...

Where I live, crazy roams the streets; People mumbling to themselves all day long. In a world of their own making, Strung out on...

A string pulled taut, A bow in hand, The arrow waits, Prepared to land. The air grows thick, Earth holds her breath, Waiting for a break—...

Sharp air bites at my flesh The cold cutting into more  than just my meat and marrow. The darkness consumes everything It touches.  Pitch...

All great sages and teachers Point us towards a singular aim. And while the paths may look diverse, They essentially merge into one...

It once was said, to have loved and lost Is better than to never have loved.  Whoever said this was sorely wrong, Just ask my trembling...