Category Archives: Poetry

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God… Wavering candlelight falls upon a scrap of foolscap

A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom. ~Robert Frost Hello?     This is usually the part where the caller speaks.    

after Wallace Stegner’s “Crossing into Eden” Five miles in and 3000 feet up: a grueling ascent of a tortured canyon called Hades—

Your commitment to Truth will not produce truth, which demands not resolve, but a ceded heart.

When a shepherd’s flock seeks another’s fold    and the pastor loudly brays about his followers being sheep, they are not    the ones who have lost the way.

The ponderosa stood proud and lissom, its bole aglow in the evening sun. Perhaps thirty years it strove blueward against drought and frost, and time—

“I like oranges,” she says, again, midnight hair thrown back, amber eyes flashing. I had heard her, the first time.

I search for left hands in a bin

I dreamed last that you came to visit, that you had something important to tell. I was busy stocking shelves at the store, and asked you to wait for a few minutes.