eyes open the overhead fan wobbles in the gloom if I could only pull the chain blow the minutes and hours out the open window or beg the...

while searching for you in that single light of one memory among all those shades of gray I’m confounded by the mist and clouds of an...

you see the way that tree reaches towards the sky? for many seasons that was me stretching to heaven with feet rooted in earth awaiting...

I already know what I’m going to say when they ask me the secret of reaching 105 naps and would you be so kind as to tilt the blinds on...

most of us know portly as the larger resident that lives in the middle apartment but is it fat or maybe fate which drags you down or...

to stay in the seat I’ve been assigned on this bumpy bus of change to be honest and shudder at what happens when I take the wheel and the...

Today I asked some people on the street Who is God? my ant friend says that’s easy sugar this honeybee practically shouts any variety of...

I’ve heard that for some their first experience of enlightenment is not settling into that coveted heavenly seat of silence that’s...

the plastic poem holder on Poetry Rock has been kicked hard spun around and split down the side it still holds to the rock by its single...

don’t worry the Lord has conveniently prepared everyone’s last will and testament when someone dies all money and property goes to wives...

and the morning arrives when a newly-widowed farmer seeds his plowed fields and weeps while praying for rain

to readers of dusk the author of many twists shadows the shadows

Ways to serve God most usually just say God and deliver Him to others like He’s a grilled cheese sandwich on white but some like to use...

if only one could cash promises and pity at some bank in this world then use the money to buy more couragenot banking on it

when a flower wants to thank the sun perhaps it thinks maybe I should become a mountain before offering a handful of forest and don’t...

the intention of a flower never hesitates or strays love me now it says I wish all faces would speak up like this before they wilt

is it bad manners or a noble pardon when the world lines up behind the locked door of morning breaks in pushes you back grabs your heart...

I’ve broken the family code been visiting that fiend Feelings a lot lately remember the scary face they painted for us when we were kids...

most spiritual teachers offer seekers starving for the Truth mood, methods or spiritual snacks designed to fatten hopeful minds and bloat...

in our dreams we think talk and run sluggishly in strange environments and weird situations with milk-covered senses and commonsense in...