Hate is?

Hate is like a piece of yeast. It permeates and puffs up with satisfaction It says, “I am right!” I hold truth! I carry all knowledge! I will rebuke! It wipes its mouth with a napkin And still the juice runs Hate dripping off chins Spilling over into diaper bins And storefront shelves Magazine covers,…

Candy Apple Leaves

Yellowed candy apple leaves floated down the skies and melted into the grassy brown earth. The wind sang in her ears. It shrieked with delight, whipping and twirling more leaves, causing them to dance a forceful Allegro! The sun crackled from a fire on the horizon, and her heart drank in winter like a warm…

Son’s of Thunder!

I have three sons of thunder, Sons of lightning, sons of fame. I have three sons who live in a box on the corner begging for change. They play trashcan drums and acoustic guitars. They sing in the churches, and they sing in the bars. They rise sturdy with strength like Samson. They have arms…

Kentucky Book Fair

  It was an honor to be invited to the KY Book Fair. To be seated in a room full of authors like Wendell Berry was surreal.  His poetry has gotten me through many difficult times and caused me to become more aware of the beauty in creation. I had the pleasure of meeting Mary…