uncaged

i know maya’s cage how one move toward the latch rattles the rails, too stiff to bend for the soloist. but long rusted iron can’t stop the breath of life song building strength and determined to live beyond the walls built to contain the shame that never be- longed to her. the bird watched andContinue reading “uncaged”

early morning. haiku.

dog snoring softly coffee hot, sipped slow, as God awakens my soul

circle. a poem.

round and round it goes. where it started where it will stop. nobody knows. Johnny sang about it. Tolkein wrote about it. i live it. will the circle be unbroken? the old hymn asks. only when a brave one trembling steps over the rim and flies. tight is the grip of the devil on thoseContinue reading “circle. a poem.”

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