Is not a Waterfall, Poised along The path, But A trickle, Flowing Where the Mosses Bend and Nearly meet, Spilling life Through Cracked and Muddied Outlets. It does not Appear By furrowed Ground. It bleeds in The deep …
Your Delight
For my mother Remember when life was long,when the world was roundand iridescent, and smelled of honeysuckle?How it floated, soft as a cloudthrough the universe?Remember how the sun would catch the tree linefilter luminous green rays onto to the forest floor where you and I would walk?The crunch of last year’s leavesa suitable carpet for…
Chains
I. Did you see me trembling under fury, caving underknees too weak to risemind too lost to decipher the chaos, the cursesthey called truth?What I thought–did you know what I thought?(you knew what I thought)Was it apathy, then, indifference keeping you silent as I struck my iron chains against your ancient lawless stones?II.I thought tyranny…
What Do You Want, Soul?
Here it comes—that Familiar feeling, that Pounding in my chest, that Pulsing in my head, that Last-straw sensation of Life-blood burning as it Flows beneath my skin. What do you want, soul? Why do you pine For things as fleeting as wind? Beneath your wing, what is there but Flittering pieces of a reputation, And…
Dr. Cinnamon
I—impassioned by art, philosophy—ask for help.“Would you piece this together for me?Some things I see, but some I don’t.All I want to do is know.”I feel the fire burn within as wonder rises and spinsthrough my little stretching mind.Then I melt as I look up.Laughter? A sneer?Oh my goodness what am I doing here?“No,” says…
The Fall of a Sparrow
I killed a sparrow today. As I sped across the Texas highway at 85 mph, the sun just beginning to set behind me, blanketing the landscape in deep late-summer hues of green and blue, my eyes were heavy with the end of the long day and the thought of the long drive ahead. My mind…
Linguistic Analysis of Shakespeare’s Sonnets 97-99
While my favorite sonnet will always be the beautiful and inspiring 116, I was taken by a new group of Shakespearean lines as I read through them this time. Sonnets 97-99, equally as passionate as my preferred, speak to the troubled hearts of separated lovers. I appreciated the connection between the three of them, and…
On Elephants
I don’t believe in the power of elephants. Yet, too many of my acquaintances (whom I will generally call society) stiffen at the thought of them. Fear-bound and still, with lips pursed and forearms crossed, they whisper over frigid shoulders, “There’s an elephant in that room.” Fingers pointed, they tell their circles, “Don’t look now,…
The Fox Nose
I swear she came out of nowhere. The field went out far as the eye could see. No way somebody could have come up without us knowing it. There wasn’t anything there but miles of dead chopped corn stalks. We’d turned our backs for a minute, shuffling through the bed of Devon’s truck for the…
Let Life
Lyrics. Someday to be put to music. You’re seeing lines in the mirror That didn’t used to be there Running hands through thinning hair How could you not care? You say, Time finally had its way with me I’m just not the person that I used to be Life has come Life has gone Now…