>Crucifixion Would I touch the open wounds of Jesusif he were to stand in the lonely placesof my heart?Would I dare thrust my hand into his side like a spear?Would I gently place my fingers in the palms of his hands?There are places where crucifixionwasn’t fiction at all.The suffering of…

> Emily Three steps for one of mine She pitters and patters around me. She is and I see my insides… A pit pat little kid. She and I hope someone is watching. The child inside us twinkles a little star. I held her hand at the long end of…

> Step down on your way look around make a stay power loss come here try a toss sincere you are I am far gone to play a ring a kiss an over nite gray grey grae I will step up for you on my way I can pray you…

>Heal I see another’s feelings.To put words to their paingives them a voice and a place to set their tears.It would be a place between our loves.A place to look untilthe mist of our eyes liftsand we can see each other.

> Fawn I saw spots before my eyes.They sprinted past.They rode the fawn across the road.Like snowflakes on the windThey blew across the gravel.The long spindle legs bore the fear of my presence.We almost intersected and the white dots made mefeel young again. 　

>Why of course I am off or on.  It’s all about me being off or on.  I am off to bed.I am off to the races.I am off around 7:00.I am off with my head!I am an oaf when I am off. I am on cue.I am on the money.I…

> A Monday Morning Mundane Muse. Come on now.  Listen. It’s a rat’s nest up there. Frost on the ground and in my round synapse…nothin’. So come on now and move some stuff around . Legs on the floor squawk. Dust, like dry ice breathing down my neck. Sip a…

> the fowler’s foolin’ with me noisome pestilence decibel drips on my forehead drip        drip    drip I can’t remember where I put the secret place there are shadows that pass over me his feathers tickle my trust his truth buckles me a shield hard to lift oblivious to…