My Pity Made of Cotton

It is an old, familiar blanket. One that has wrapped itself in the arms of many. One that swaddled my fears. And, has fed my hunger. Still there are times in which it seems less dear. Less near. ∞ Pity I cannot provide my shelter... Made of the finest soft cotton. Indulge my blanket with … Continue reading My Pity Made of Cotton


Francis and the Garden

With the watering, came the changing, scattering of leaves. Along the line of vagrancy, came the thoughts. Mirrored images...of you. Of course, it is your time of year. Those Irish eye's laughing in the rain. Not to be overcome. Memories of you. Tears like a forest filled with dew.   A gold cross with a … Continue reading Francis and the Garden

Feathering Milk Weed

Cedar shakes. Pastoral dreams. Enlightenment dangling... Somehow, in between. A simple gift given among the fire reds...and, rich greens. Decadent dirt roads providing me with a diversity. A luring contrast among all rights. And, all the wrongs. With enough summer windows closed. Frost against my pain. Much of the disquiet is not where my searching … Continue reading Feathering Milk Weed

Practicing Humility

Can I get an AMEN!?   To speak as little as possible of one's self. To mind one's own business. Not to want to manage other people's affairs. To avoid curiosity. To accept contradictions and correction cheerfully. To pass over the mistakes of others. To accept insults and injuries. To accept being slighted, forgotten and … Continue reading Practicing Humility