Pan-Orama

Panorama:   a complete view from pan- [all] + horama [Gk. sight, spectacle, that which is seen; from horan, to look, see] // I've been thinking about blind spots. We all have them--if we're humble enough to admit. We live inside opaque walls (God-forbid you see through me), But our intimate souls crave close-ups; our brilliant intellects chase microscopic analysis, deconstruct &... Continue Reading →

It Is Well

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, When sorrows like sea billows roll; Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say, It is well, it is well with my soul. Refrain: It is well with my soul, It is well, it is well with my soul. Though Satan should buffet, though trials should... Continue Reading →

Daughters & Dads

Opening the poet's eye again To film and capture for you the Disarray of mom rubber tires screeching child Fluttering paper sobs in the shower tired eyes Stubborn mouth devastated clocks g'byes And the blank spaces left by dads who are too far away These disarrays fill my days, but they aren't really my days... Continue Reading →

Treasure

All my words are spent, these treasures I gathered over the years. I've spent them along with gestures, minutes, ink, and ball point pens. I've only unintelligible whispers and heavy silences, things of a cryptic Slip-through-the-fingers nature left in this chest that once held Glittering rubies, diamonds, gold coins, crowns 'n things... But, oddly, I... Continue Reading →

When I Witness*

for DDK the way He moves your heart and captivates your soul, the way you allow for the breaking open, make room for sorrow and oceans, exhilaration and flight, all in a single breath or string of melody and glimmering eye; the way you are both young and old, innocent and wise, daring yet careful... Continue Reading →

envy

when it rears its head and covers your loveliness, the heart inside burns to witness this repeated brokenness and i'm caught between compassion and rage--one for us and one for it--to have so pure a thing like you and me be tainted with such a pettiness unbecoming of kings and queens

Faces

Love you Set free Birthing Space Like orbits And galaxies To encompass This exquisite peace

He takes the angry face moments too

this is my angry face, borne of my angry list of the little insignificant things that have gone wrong in my week, day, and deflated soul that used to be a happy full circle but now is just a dented almost-heart, a crushed oval because the eyes i'm wearing right now suck, they outline all... Continue Reading →

They’ve Seen Better Days

The spirit, downcast, grieves The pulmonary rhythms, crestfallen, fall The tears, saltwater waterfalls And the only metaphors this hand wants to offer Are ones that fall like gravity pulling

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