Posted in Poetry

surface

caress the veil

learn to move the night -nearing

lift your legs

stars shift -into

and towards the wind

there

floats the letter written to self

sent, by God alone.

(Day Four White Sands)

Posted in Poetry

Nobody here

I heard an atheist say the name.
Quivering lips.
Forming without a source of energy
gathering essence from earth.
God is a galaxy.
Distance shortened by a heart
as close as the ant below the feet.

His name. Erupting from a place
unknown. It startles.
Who placed these thoughts?