*Spell Book*

When someone we love dies, It is appropriate to miss them - For a time. It is the natural thing, We think of all we will miss...

I could write a thousand pages, Of woe and tears and gloom, Like every child I suffered wounds that can not be seen. Where does the pursuit ...

In the heat and confusion, Rest from wailing and tears shall come, Look to the sky and see it rain. Manna from Heaven is needed again. ...

Outfly Your Wings: In the seconds before you disappeared, I know your souls flew up, Did you outfly your wings there below ...

I have a friend who will be travelling, I will be practicing the saxophone outside, Under the wooden roof at the park. Blessings and ...

Often when writing poetry, the writer feels a sense of "tapping into a source." The sensation is as if something larger than you i...

Spiritual Poetry: Is this a poem, Perhaps the rambling of a creative mind? Is this a path, That passes through healing, Int...

Poetry Is In The Moment: In the mindless foolish transition, I lost my words in searching too deep, Looking for mountains of meaning t...

With The Voice Of Rain: In no uncertain terms I described the sky, Every hue and color and their meaning to me, The mesmerizing dance ...

Rainbow Of Hope: The thin thread of light in the sky, The painted wisp of God-word, Contract of peace in one fashion, When the trip...

Flowers In Dull Places: A bloom in a window, In a yellow brick wall, In an alley seen only, From the height of a parking ramp, Heart...

Invasion Of Bones: The breeze blows softly, Flowing through open truck windows, Carrying the sounds of parking lot denizens to my ear,...

Digging A Spark Out Of Exhaustion: They said it'd never be done, It was too cold a place, All frozen ground and ice chips and what...

Stars After Sunset: The cool breeze of the evening whispered from the left, Grasses waving and tree leaves danced, Birds flew and gold...

Bannana Freeze: Hot sunshine on endless cornfields, The sky free of haze and open blue, The fearsome high dive, First time swimming u...

King Of The Orange Track: Fifty cars strong, Two Slingshots, Rubber band powered zoomers, Two loop the loops, A California Eight set...

One Black And White Step: Third grade I remember, Teacher said it was something special, Something completely amazing, Rolling a blac...

August At Four A.M. Standing over the wall four stories up, The gentle scent of cigar smoke slows me now, Hot perked coffee sips on my...

Mirror The Eyes: In the space of sixty blinks another story flashed in, Watching the Watchers was the hard and fast line, Moment after...

A Walk On The Side Of The Hill: Fourty five degrees is not something to sneeze at, But this was only a gentle slope so no worry, Grass...