After mass, I snapped ends off
of green beans. She peeled...
I
like the...
More of God than the air I breathe
More of His love than the riches of the world...
In the roots,
I find my past feeding from the present...
do you hear voices deep inside of you?
have you met God...
what is it with the waking hour?
words scampering to reach my page...
there be times I would like to dig up their...
the head of rotter’s row...
The dissemination of bullets seeded the womb of...
the land’s arms opened...
my heart may not have eyes and ears
but that is where I am at...
I have never once pretended to be godly
if nothing else I understand the human need of...
at the crossroads I stand tall
help me in my weakness...
the sky on fire?
no need for anger no need for blame...