To My Sonic Toothbrush
The caress of his soft bristles, scalloped for deep, pleasurable, cleaning, sonic waves pulsating, thirty-one…
The caress of his soft bristles, scalloped for deep, pleasurable, cleaning, sonic waves pulsating, thirty-one…
God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently…
Every night before I go to sleep I say out loud Three things that I’m…
There is a brokenness out of which comes the unbroken, a shatteredness out of which…
There will always be voices that promise you greatness and glory: They call out from…
They wait patiently beside my bed Agreeable twin sentries, ready for duty. They know me…
I am tired of my dreams’ dark interiors and the family ghosts who inhabit them….
(May, 2014) Truly a “Wonder Rush,” this vivid recitation of Gerard Manley Hopkins poem “As…
How lucky I was The cheap, unremarkable pension Its creaky bedsprings The untroubled sleep of…
One small gift from the universe an unintended consequence benefiting the giver, taker one momentary…
I lived on the shady side of the road and watched my neighbours’ gardens across…
The seasons revolve and the years change With no assistance or supervision. The moon, without…
I Between extremities Man runs his course; A brand, or flaming breath. Comes to destroy…
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