/ Soaked Locusts

You think you have nothing

but guilt and shame

Guilt we all are

Shame nothing


Your words

are precious as gold


I need them


Cursing was his garment

Soaked into his bones

Water in those bones

Taut belt

Locusts eating

/ Red Ridges of Rock

There’s a struggle

I can’t quite know

I see its ridges moving in you


the pained push and pull

in your face


Shade cast upon eyes

Eyes yellowed grayed in age

Jaded, crystallized

Roaring you went

fists ablow

Fury through the sand


Plum plum blooms

upon flesh



One to the deep

One to the deep

Love harrowed won


/ Hiding


You’re always hiding

always hiding from me


When you think you’ve

done wrong


Come to me,

I’m already coming to you


How can I wake up with

such deep sighs within


Little breaths

leaking, no permission


We drove past that

gashed deer

melted into the road

It stirred,

head lifted through

the red

My mouth in an “O”

We had to keep driving

Oh oh

/ Pass Me Not O Gentle Savior

William H. Doane, composer;  Fanny J. Crosby, words


Pass me not, O Gentle Savior

Hear my humble cry

While on others thou art calling

Do not pass me by


I’m calling Savior, Savior,

Hear my humble cry

While on others thou art calling

Do not pass me by


Let me at thy throne of mercy

Find a sweet relief

Kneeling there in deep contrition

Help my unbelief


Trusting only in thy merit

Would I seek thy face

Heal my wounded, broken spirit

Save me by thy grace


Thou the spring of all my comfort

More than life to me

Whom have I on earth beside thee?

Whom in heaven but thee?




/ Feathers

There is no time for wasting

Tomorrow I may be gone

if the bell rings


Sly face

Split vision of none

Pleasing, venomous another


Rubbled city in a cage

Rattling cans following


(Sorrow you feel)

bed of sorrow you lay

your head in


Feathers, feathers

Gently cover the face

/ Charleston Sun

They returned to face him



blood on the ground spilt and shed


He came through the sacred doors

Sat with them

Waiting for eyes to close


Mercilessly ground


to death


Those who remained


Two words


We forgive

We forgive

We forgive


How can that be said


The tears cannot be fled

Fury does not fade


Bearing sins of another


The writer said

I do not

I cannot understand

this forgiveness


No cost can be made



One shining son

Son of righteousness


He bore it


Darkness breaks


Forgiveness will make no less

Throwing down wrong

Daggers killing evil

Marrow scraped clean