thank you
to the accidental
allies
who stand by our side
when the familiar
names split
who hear silent cries
while the favored
friends quarrel
who shelter stray spirits
after the formal
family evict us
thank you
thank you
to the accidental
allies
who stand by our side
when the familiar
names split
who hear silent cries
while the favored
friends quarrel
who shelter stray spirits
after the formal
family evict us
thank you
Mountain ice breaksfree its frozen grip,unspooling threadsfrom snow-capped peaks. Winding down through aspen roots,filling low places with living waters,delivering warmthto valleys still flinching from frost. Each bend a soft shoulder to lean on.Lakes lap in harmony with the birdsong.Grass greens from rushing confession,then pauses, listening for light. Winter isn’t done;cold will return.But thaw reclaimsthe frost….
My RulesThree rulesfor heroes: One:Standfor hardtruth.Especiallywhen it’sunpopular. Two:Protectthe vulnerable.Evenwhen itcosts youeverything. Three:Ignorecheap critics.They neverstep intothe fire. Why I Wrote This These are my three personal rules. I’m not claiming to live them out perfectly. Each one is something I return to, again and again, trying to do a little better. Standing for truth sounds simple…
After considering
mileage, frame, and tire,
I don’t
have
a favorite
car.
The bulbs I buriedbefore winter frostand freezewill soon wakeand break earth’ssurface,spreading colorfulsprays of spring’saromatic arrival.
Dancing in bubbles
Painting swirling streaks
Across the indigo waters
Behind the glass bay
Down the hole I crawl,Echoes of “Drink Me” and “Eat Me” callTo a domain where tastemakers reign,Truth a hostage in the hawkers’ game. Screens glow with Wonderland’s guise,Truths and lies meet earnest eyes.“Shrink waist,” “Build jawline,” they boldly claim,A mad tea party of deceit and shame. Through Cheshire’s broad, grim grin,Reality’s walls crumble thin, thin,…