Tree and Song
There was a tree, grown old, moss soaked and gray beneath the moon, where I hung my lonely soul…
April 3, 2009There was a tree, grown old, moss soaked and gray beneath the moon, where I hung my lonely soul…
April 3, 2009Tomorrow is a slice of heaven’s wake as night slowly fights its way to day Sunday is a sabbath…
March 28, 2009“I’ll tie you down to the Sunday pew patch together pieces with super glue” Words on words to save…
March 26, 2009There begins a new year all over again with me floating over the edge of the last to come…
March 20, 2009The song was drone, left old within my soul where once lived a rippling tune that was more than…
March 13, 2009Must I be a man made of such low and earth that all I am is betrayal and sold…
March 12, 2009Winter thrums onward, making white the throne where the children sit and sing the song that rings strong and…
March 5, 2009