“None of us are free if one of us is chained”
Often, I wake up surprised I’m still a Christian. I get up and put on those clothes,go to the kitchen and make coffee, and then I open those ragged Psalms and r...
Category: Love
Deer in the Mist
Our hearts follow fox trails of passion,but passion is kindling, is appetite, not love. It is no surprise that battles rage on,surround us with their danger, su...
Master Plan: Shackle You To Me With Happiness
I’m going to rig the news feed on your laptop, make it bring you only the best headlines: Whidbey Island’s Lone Trumpeter Swan Gets a Partner. I’ll train a pa...
Before Love there’s Attention
I wish you wouldn’t have called me a poet,now every morning I wake up and try to prove it.Try to show how everything, like the blue bradraped over the shower ...