Map of Stars |
if I were to close my eyes I would seeonly stars and the lines that connect them;the ancient names of them, the mystery of their composition. and in my silent contemplation of the signs they singthey ...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Dec 2007 16:22:00 GMT |
so fast it broke my heart |
It seemed so fast to think of it now breaks my heart. But in the long days of home the world went on forever. Every day was a thousand years. Electric lines hummed over quiet roads; trees whispered se...
Posted by on Mon, 14 May 2007 14:03:00 GMT |
Running Back to God |
When I was very, very small I knew God very, very well. I felt him move in my life and dreamed about Him. I heard his voice when I was outside alone. And there was no faith involved, just utter and co...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Feb 2007 13:06:00 GMT |
I will count the days of my youth |
In the begining I was given a hand to hold and I was given a key. When I first started to look, the things I saw grew inside of me until I was haunted by them, until they were in my breathing. And in ...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Jan 2007 19:00:00 GMT |
29 |
There is light now shining through the ghosts behind me in fogged over mirrors; falling on my hands and dazzling my eyes. There is light where before there were only questions.The light of late Autumn...
Posted by on Fri, 22 Dec 2006 01:51:00 GMT |
Blood |
I never knew my biological grandfather, for that matter neither did my mother. He left my grandma when my mom was just 3 years old. His name was John Poorman. From all accounts he was incredibly char...
Posted by on Sun, 03 Dec 2006 19:50:00 GMT |
Surrender |
On my lips there is a remembered prayer, and I am tangled up by the beauty of it. Between the perfection of words and the imperfection of latitude, I have found a secret etched into the palm of my han...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Nov 2006 18:45:00 GMT |
Here |
Between the gaps and only separate in theory, here is the unquestioned memory, the unspoken word. Here is the place of no north; the where of no forgetting; the time of no why. Found out and falling: ...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Sep 2006 05:48:00 GMT |
Grace and Circumstance |
My heartbeat like the sound of footsteps in an empty hall, I am falling out of myself and into Autumn. Left undone by the river of your voice, left here with shaking hands and shallow breaths: I have ...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Sep 2006 20:10:00 GMT |
Unfound Door |
I have studied the geography of youth; mapped my regret and rapture in the trees and roads of Miami County. I have found causal links in cracked sidwalks; patterns like the lines in my hand, cri...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Sep 2006 20:02:00 GMT |
