WHAT DID YOU SAY?
Friday, April 22, 2011
No matter how you look at it, it takes at least two.
No matter what, there are wounded.
No one comes unarmed.
Snide remarks, nicks, wounds form battle lines
ever waiting, at watch for the signal
New wounds, confusion, self-doubt, recriminations, mistrust, blood...
Hold me Love of God
March 16, 2011
In the pre-dawn hours
In that place that is no place
Thoughts streak through and intersect with dreams.
Words flow like fallen leaves
Racing toward the sea.
A pen and pad are there to record ideas
to store for future telling.