Tag: spilled ink
Lucid
‘Lucid’ is part of expired sentiments, a short poetry collection available here for download.
Visibility
Advance care
Our youngest, my favorite:her progress My computer screen showedthe only thing I didn’t know for lunch Who, what whereConcern for every detail of our lives the deepest needs of our heartspromised to us, watching over today
Excerpt from an expat’s memoir
A five-year adventure in a foreign land I never dreamed ofit is what promised their mothers or fathers,sons or daughtersin a culture where society, highly valued,promised life forsaken Contentment, meaning, and fulfillmentwe pour ourselves out of
The Holy Grail
We serve a god who loves more our work to responsibly take care of the world that god created the god expects us to serve weak, hungry, naked, thirsty, broken remain alert to respond we must forget this because there may come a time when our ability to “do for god” is torn from us…
Why We Ought to Look Up
There was a taleof the astrologerwho fell into a well:her head like a star,lightyears backuntil she stepped into the crack. Street neat and cemented—who would have known?Well, except the distractedin a world of her own.Through the crack she fellinto another world, swell. Had she focused on the walk she might have missed the adventure and…
Law of words
Writer wielded wordsin a way women were wagingthe want to what is but cannotwith the lawlaw at workWho will admit wrongdoing?What will we be?not yet beenmade known
The Timeless
old for a person, old for a city, even older in California’s White Mountains the identity claimed “Very truly” a bold assertion chronological, eternal, legitimate The timeless dying and rising again a future bound by time the sun forbear to shine; will be forever
Solomon
How does it feel, my king, do you remember?That night before you made the wishAnd what about after? Did you perhaps feel lighter?Wiser? Like a dog off the leash Exalted, your Majesty, beyond and more than greaterAll shrine, no tarnish Your words that still matterThose of the writers’ wishIn the Promised Land of Happily Ever…
Long Shadows
What do you dothat no one knewor mentioned no response and surprising another,I, the Evangelist,left the night thinking the way lives cast long shadowsGod praying words that challenge the lovingbut, correct It’s a high privilege to play the promise is to help us rememberthat our lives are short,for now long after hometoday, in the lives…