Category: Writing
Writing
That’s the power of a story. It can take you forward and backward and sideways in time. You can be 9 years old one moment, 45 the next, and something that happened 96 years ago can be relevant in this moment and change your life in a way you never expected. Stories are the intersections of lives lived hundreds, thousands, entire ages of years apart. A single place where we stand fixed in an eternity that moves around us, ever changing and expanding.
Down by the Shoreline
Down by the shoreline, Down by the sea, The sky meets the water, The sand, and me.
Independence Day: A Song for Silent Liberty
“I sing for the women who bled enough on their crops to feed nitrogen to hungry greens. Not enough each day to die only once, but enough over years to fill a family, a posterity, a Homeland.”
Reading Earth
Something in the words that speak From blossom, bud, and dusty fruit Between the sky and dampened earth, Creations be of the Creator’s seed, They sing the story of ourselves, Storytellers from our very birth.
What Gossamer Threads Enslave Us
I breathe in, breathe out. The wind moves the orb where I lie And speak of the beauty, throw sparks at the bright, Weaving a story by day and night From threads, such fine, fine threads I spin.
More Than Grief
I wait for the day when your picture inspires more than grief. When the joy comes back from six feet deep…
The Sum of a Pumpkin
“But no matter where the pumpkin rests, the farmer will always love it best
As a bit of Sunshine captured in shell of Gold or orange and tended well.”
Jumping Tracks: Life After Suicide
“That’s how death is. We close the casket. We fold the flag. We make that last radio call. We weep, we breathe deep, and we walk away from the dead back to those who still live. And each step kills something inside us because Ben should still be here. Right here walking beside us.”
Breath of the Mountain: Pine Valley
My spirit
Quiet in the cacophony
Of the birth, decay, and growth
Of being.