free verse


I started on top of the world;
I was healthy and hopeful and full of life,
Staring at the shine off the water,
Thinking, “How far will I go?”
So, I went. 

I took a trip to other waters;
I was smiling and dancing and taking chances,
Looking forward into the mysterious sometime when,
Hoping, “Maybe this is it.”
So, I leapt.

I left, and I leapt.
And my body plunged into that vast, endless crevice.
Shadows aflight, they tore at the sight of who I had become –
Flesh torn apart, warped, non-distinguishable.

I plunged, and I writhed.
I fought as I could until I settled into complacency.
Daggers drawn, they sunk their villainy into my core –
My soul did sore, bits of me scattered and jagged.

Words matter.
They always have.
And when you shout and scream and continue to taunt,
When you label and diminish and discern your own prejudices within a person who had spent years struggling, fighting, and longing to be whole –
When you hate,
You teach a person to hate their own sense of self.

I started on top of the world;
When I hit the bottom,
I was relieved to find unfamiliar waters.
Now, I’m secure in these fresh waters,
Safe, safe from you and your taunting.


free verse

Reflecting, pondering,

And I look back and see a farm,

Vegetation, growth, green life –



Brotherhood –

Camaraderie in the most unlikely

Of forms, but brothers



Change – immense edification.

Hanging on a cliff

And then pushed out of the nest –

It was a spring board

For what? Lord only knows.


Hopes dashed,

Dreams crushed,

But that’s all carnal.

The truth is: Someone is

Serving up something unforeseen.


And it’s greater

Than I dare to imagine!


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free verse

I heard it said, in wisdom,

“When you look back, you delve into depression.”

Sure, I have regrets – choices not made.

But it drove me to blackout in busyness.


Then, I heard it said, also in wisdom,

“When you look forward, you’re crippled by anxiety.”

Yes, I give thought to a lot of things.

But when I did not plan for the future, I blacked out all the same.


Later, I heard it said in better terms than these –

As the ivy winds it’s way around the trunk

And strangles the crown of your inheritance,  remember,

“We never graduate navigating the fallenness of this world.”


a sestina

How does one take a year and make a blanket

Statement about every nitty-gritty bit of character

Development, from heart break to fear to excitement then unrelenting kindness?

How does one glance back at companions,

Both those he has yet to meet and the ones he once

Knew would rush into the open auburn?


When looking out at the vast auburn

Sky, it’s as if the Lord had taken a blanket –

A single thread woven into every shade of red all at once.

He, in His vast knowledge and wisdom, put His very character

Into the layout; I know my companions

Can see it, well Him, too – such kindness.


Grace – why mistake it for mere kindness?

Scarlet – only I could mistake it for auburn.

Family – as if they were lowly traveling companions.

Security – comfort mistaken as a cloth-like blanket.

Jesus whispers, “Yes, if you would hear, you would know I am the lead character.

Listen, son, just this once.”


Why ponder this once?

Why stop at His kindness?

Is there not also joy? Peace? Goodness? So much more to His character?!

Was He not beaten to what – to disfigurement at the shade of dry auburn?!

Was there not, in mockery, placed around Him a purple, ratty blanket?!

And looking down with his compassionate eyes, He saw enemies, no companions. . .


To lay one’s life down for his companions. . .

He did it just once.

But it was a blanket

Promise to all. Kindness. . .

To show us the Father’s love. Auburn

Leaves fall to the ground, but in spring they change character.


In spring, they come to life again. New character –

Same life, same love, inviting companions

To fellowship in memory of the dying auburn.

The leaves only fall once,

But so they rise to sit at the right hand of Kindness.

Trust in this, more than you might trust in any security blanket.


How does one take a truth and make a blanket

Statement about – well, more than just kindness?

And how could one speak it just once?



Spenserian sonnet

Marriage – scrabble pieces brought together:

It’s formed by three simple words, “Ode to Joy.”

Love in vain by two birds of a feather?

Or do lenses of love invent beauty?


Credit taken where credit was duty –

They’re all like that, honestly, you notice.

Whispers: “Not gone. . .” A light too hard to see –

But (those you’ve known) now the calling is bliss.


A friendship – a swift breath inhaled like this –

Hold it in – nothing else matters – then out.

Hands touching hands – not something you dismiss.

If, uh, we had taken a diff’rent route. . .


Pizzicato, and then a single tone –

Let us run this race; trust the aim is known.


Italian sonnet

Shattered portrait – a chance to start again –

And sweet prose addressed from quite a distance:

Friendships lost for all time, not existence.

Typed-up, and yet not my words – not my win.

They were simply something that I missed –  thin.

Some days they jabbed, stabbed, lacking eloquence.

Other days the words roared soft compliments.

Still I recall when I made my first friend.


By the end, there was a dance to my step,

But the beginning was all rage and tears.

Woe! From my one fiction to another:

I look back on the note to Him I kept,

More heart, blank slate, in those few words than fear;

Kiss the night, “Bye,” just like all the others.