Rebirth of Day
The sky is a black abyss, When hints of a dim glow appear. Minutes tick away. A startling red sweeps across the sky, Like paint on a black canvas. Then all is still. Minutes tick away, but it seems like …
Poetry
Poetry
Poetry
Poetry
Live Fast, Love Hard, and Die Young
To my brother Do you know that my earliest memory of you was when I rode on your shoulder? You dropped me, and I cut my head. The scar is still there. Later, I remember you helping our mother a …
Superficial Wounds
They really beat up the bear; That was when he left home. I think it was to find true love— Little did he know it never was far, Nor did anyone figure that was his goal. Everyone thought he was …
The Big Meeting
Thunderheads of Minds loomed menacingly on the horizon. The meeting began, instantaneous and voluble— A sprinkling of words A showering of thoughts A gushing of sincerity A drenching of facts and names Then, a flushing torrent of opinions— A flashing …
The Black Sea’s Water Tastes Like Tears
I watch the waves roll over me, I feel the water batter its boundary. Jagged land’s teeth restrain me, resisting This warm salt embrace that calms and compels me To enter an ocean of tears From when Creator cried (When …
Winds of Breath Blow
In darkness millions of stars shoot and float about this vast universe casting magic spells Fragments of light and zaps of energy collect into clear turquoise blue sky embrace Winds of breath blow across this blessed North American continent Nookoonan—our …
Hands
Years ago, men stood against the old bank on Main Street. On warm, sunny days I casually watched as they visited. Their eyes each told a story— a story of hardships. A story of struggles. A story of survival. A …
The Braid
I am made of hundreds of strands of hair. Each strand resilient, beautiful, unique. Each strand the colors of the earth. Each strand illuminated by the sun. Each strand cleansed by the rain. Each strand shaken by the wind. Like …