Category: Poetry

If I have a calling      in this life, a vocation for which      I was made, let it be the freedom      of our tiny visitors. Let me be called to cup      the spiders, and lift the lizards, to carry the caterpillars from the corners of the room to the bushes and the grass to the carport…

morning glories bloom bright bursts of blue, indigo, so soft, like silk sheets that beckon me back to bed. autumn breeze brushes my cheek

the long walks alone to tend cattle by sunset hoping to be seen as more than a reminder of his father’s absence

Thank you, Lord, for bodies. Thank you for thick thighs that ripple when walking, For eyes that go from cutting, to comforting, to “come here.” Thank you, Lord, for the arms we wrap round one another, For lips and tongues that say “I love you” and sometimes even use words. Thank you for skin to…

I understand your “Pro Life” license plate, and how it’s wrapped around by a Marine Corps frame. I understand, because I’m a pacifist, but I still want to punch you in the face.

they tilt their heads      quizzically when I say goats      get upset any time you’re late      to the milking but I’m already past      their confusion sticky sweet feed smells      fill my head wafting into this room      from twenty years ago and the peace of a kid      asleep in my lap tries to take hold      then fades…

Cotton fields like snow as far as I can see, and if I squint maybe I can look back in your stories to you on a blanket, too young to feel someone else’s someday soft shirt tear up your fingers like your brothers and sisters. Too young for the future featherweight fabric to bend your…

They gave me the name of an angel, but no wings. They gave me a name that carried strength which came in words of comfort. They gave me the name of one who appeared as a man, but was no man. And I grew into the soft touch of one whose strength lies not in…

The air still, but cool, Summer haze held off by spring. The night so clear… If I climbed high enough could I see all the way to you?