Firestone Friday: Poem XIX

But how

many times

will we

create people

in a moment

of love

to live

in a world

of hate?

Dust & Shadows

You are

the only one

to love me

hard enough

to stir the dust

from my heart,

to shake

the shadows

from its corners.

Wordsmith Wednesday: Poem XIX

The thing

about being


by fire

is that

you walk out

with ashes

at your feet

and flames

at your fingertips

Touchstone Tuesday: Poem XIV

It is when

I am

burdened by work


buried by projects

that I am

— very reluctantly —

at my