A faded dispatch from 1981,secrets hidden in the stillness of the dark.
I had a dream of the end of all things;in it, the Lord did not come in a symphony of … More
You sought to mold my young heart into a vessel for your vanity. You opened your home to us, the Not-Yet-Men, … More
There was no gentleness to be found in your hands, handsome, hallowed, hewn as if from stone. The years spent … More
Your loss was a breaththat could not be put back, an arrow shot into the heart of the sun.
Indie lit site The Oak Wheel has recently begun publishing a weekly poetry anthology, with contributors being prompted with a … More
This is a poem that I wrote to my wife for our anniversary a couple of years ago.