“Tardy Morning Sun” Now Live On Spillwords Press NYC

    damp, frosty grass was a sad soul to bare feet   her heart dangling from a pale elbow in a drowsy fog   besieging her as tears hymn, turning to ice on cold flesh   five months passed since her husband was planted to earthly rest       laying by the lake,…

Our Creator

trees drink sun from indigo skies mountains loom like ice cream a lone hummingbird seeks sweets not even a ripple in the vast lake flowers display striking colors all sculpted by God for our sake 3  For the Lord is the great God, the great King above all gods. 4  In his hand are the depths…