My Blues
the blue of my eyes — not so deep a blue as when I was …
Tag Archives: Poetry
Water
Ocean flowing and ebbing …
Word Poem for a Druidic Dad
I recently found this ode to my father that I wrote in 1991. The day greeted him like a frosted …
The Thread That Weaves
There’s a thread that weaves with a heartbeat sound. Do you hear it? Do you see …
Weaving the Magic Thread 