Monday, July 20, 2009

Ocean's Edge

Times I feel both all alone
And thoroughly connected
Come most often
Sitting at the ocean's edge.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Rumble Strips

You’re my favorite distraction, 
  The mechanical rabbit
  Racing around my track.
I need you.

You’re my radar-detector,
  The speed bump
  Saving me from myself.
I need you.

You’re my voice of caution,
  The yellow flashing light
  That slows my pace.
I need you.

You’re my rest-area-just-ahead,
  The rumble strips
  At the end of my exit ramp.
And I need you.

Sunday, February 1, 2009


Of all that I've lost, of all that I've sold, 
Bartered, given up, or simply misplaced,
The thing I miss most is what I lost on that day, 
On the day that the little girl I once was
Discarded the broken doll, which, before that day,
Meant everything to her, to me.
All that I've lost, all that I've sold,
Bartered, given up, or simply misplaced, 
Is only remembered, never regained.

Monday, February 25, 2008

Last Petal

You have been gone so long, I have nothing left of you. I leave you this petal from this rose to remind you of who I once was to you, to remind myself of who you once were to me.

Monday, February 18, 2008


I thought it made me stronger.
I thought it made me happier.
I thought it made me better.
I thought I found the answer.
I thought I found freedom.
I thought I found myself.
I thought I should stop.
I thought I would stop.
I thought I could stop.
It became my everything.
It became my reason.
It became my life.
It became my enemy.
It became my prison.
It became my grave.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Bare Trees

I have bread, and I have wine,
everything I need, but still,
the bare trees of winter crowd my soul.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Nothing Lasts Forever

Nothing lasts forever.
No matter what comes my way, it is not forever.
Pain washes away,
like the rain.
Grief comes and goes
like the tide.
Even joy surges through me,
only to receed and return
like waves on the shore.
Nothing lasts forever.

Monday, February 11, 2008


At 5:45 in the morning, nothing has yet left a blemish on the coming day.

Sunday, February 10, 2008

Gospel Tabernacle

Driving through the country, in Madison County, Georgia,
I came across a barn someone named the Gospel Tabernacle.
Today it was empty.
I'd like to stand outside
to hear the songs on a Saturday night.