William Blake – Jerusalem
It’s rare for me to post poetry two days in a row, much less poetry that I didn’t write,…
February 17, 2011It’s rare for me to post poetry two days in a row, much less poetry that I didn’t write,…
February 17, 2011Curtains hung over the bedroom doors drying for summer and smelling of Lysol, brushed by a half-spring breeze whisked…
December 9, 2010Written last night, after speaking earnestly to several people about their desperate need for Christ, only to have them…
December 1, 2010The nights! The nights! Oh the fear of the wolves! The way they take their quiet prey and wear…
November 28, 2010Your small fingers grasp no edge of sunset nor the tornado which is but a breath of the heaven’s…
November 7, 2010Our God will come – the heavens and earth will fail before him and men will collapse like grass.…
September 22, 2010I awake to the creak of the floor above my bed and the drifting smell of coffee, and my…
September 12, 2010Tis bare genius, to think a freedom to be found, and free; that a snake could shed his scaly…
August 29, 2010I had you old,over and over against things in me you’d missed, I’d missed; a hand in mine that…
May 11, 2010A sharp edged, moonless night of cold air where no cold should be or hammers dropping like gods before…
February 12, 2010