I keep going back to the picture ( Read more... )

a two-sided tapestry is a bad idea,
passion and sacrifice
are left a cobbled mess of knots,
with context blighted and
one pattern poked out by the other
stitch by stitch
whatever beauty played in the mind of
the master on one side
is occluded by the brilliant intention
of the counterpoint
one step around the veil;
And vice versa.

She's tired of the lazy drifting
that everyone calls normal.
"Clichés, we are," she says, sighing.
"Cold and breathless, and true."
She feels along the counter top,
absent-mindedly hoping for
a sharp edge, a jagged interruption.
She shakes her head and tells the
windowsill garden,
"Half a loaf is better than none."

saddle up and ride

with no thought for the

wind stinging your face; take

the back road and roar-

living once will be enough

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NATE!!!!

In restless night
or troubled day
My Helper's
just a word away
He hears each sigh
and feels the ache
that causes me His hand to take
His kindness-oft misunderstood-
will choose what's best
for He is good

The sky is a metaphor
today; agnostic and packed with
Lumbering clouds
gray/black and
full of fat promises; blocking out 
yesterday/the mountains
whispering  
later/any minute now
strafing storms are sure
to teach us a lesson/blow on by
it's part of
life/death this
knowing/not knowing

beauty ( Read more... )

 We took a little trip yesterday. We drove along the Ocoee River, traveling from Cleveland, Tennessee through a little piece of North Carolina and on to Blairsville, Georgia. The road itself was the typical kind I have been forced to learn to navigate up here: narrow, winding, two-lane and filled with native drivers who are confident enough to ( Read more... )