Poetry
Waiting Saints
I have a hope, bright in darkest place; a drowning flood of ocean’s grace to rise around these broken…
December 8, 2008-
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Poetry
Fracture and Refine
Tremors ran the fracture lines, much like lightning, as those secret fingers lit the night and lost the world…
November 27, 2008 -
Poetry
Written, and learning to tremble
God! Was I a fool to spend my words in ink When perhaps they should have never spilled? But…
November 19, 2008 -
Poetry
I hid myself, to keep her safe
You know you caught my heart that night, when the moon danced and hid behind your eyes and I…
November 19, 2008 -
Poetry
Tremble; the way we breathe
Sixteen, eighteen – a moment and nothing more when the moon, stars, and sable skies distracted all the world…
November 18, 2008