Dewdrops scattered on the surface of grit. A quenching embankment, staggering on the bladed beam of Triumph- that old Gemini’d master. The trickling tight-roped dance flowing between… Read more “Volition”
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Existentialism
I cannot halt the beaming of sun rays, nor quiet the whisper of winds. I cannot change the rising of moon tides, nor alter the dance of… Read more “Existentialism”
Horne Pass Creek
The weeping church stood sentry,rusted, aged, and torn.It’s white washed walls and steeplenow swallowed up by thorns. Inside, the pews sat empty-rotted through from faithful woesand where… Read more “Horne Pass Creek”
Poetry by JL 