I’m from 3 books at the library on Wednesday evenings
and talking too fast to be understood
Category: Poetry
Infinite
We are infinite, God and I. Some infinities are simply larger than other infinities. That’s math; I learned it from a John Green novel.
An Old Graveyard
Bury me in an old graveyard…
My mind is a forest…
My mind is a forest. Sometimes I am lost in it. . In some places, Sun shines through trees Gold through green Leaves dance down little fairy… Read more “My mind is a forest…”
Storm Moments
These are moments I wouldn’t trade for a world Moments of coming home A step ahead of the storm Moments of running out to greet it Moments… Read more “Storm Moments”
A Rained World
Today I wander out into the rained world Looking for what? I don’t know But I am looking. The colors are different in a rained world All… Read more “A Rained World”
How Came You Here?
But why are you here? Glowing in the town-lit darkness far from your green-growing sisters. Were you a grubby, child-fisted gift? But who would drop that? Perhaps… Read more “How Came You Here?”
