Only in death
Freed from meth
Tag: Poem
Beneath a weeping willow
Beneath a weeping willow,
Beside a shallow pond,
A stone becomes…
Peter, put your sword away!
Peter, put your sword away!
Peter, stay out of the fray.
A poem based on John 18:11
I’ve Never Been Enslaved
I am a son of Abraham; I’ve never been enslaved!
An Existential Crisis
An existential crisis is not very nice…
What’s Wrong with the World?
What preserves our sanity, Mr. Chesterton?
Butterflies and Thunder
Is it really her you miss?
Hand-In-Hand
While in the Christmas whirlwind,
We quickly became more than friends.
My Wayward Heart
“How did it get so scarred?
It wasn’t like this at the start…”
2022
Last year felt askew.For most, that’s true.But now, we start anewWith a fresh point of view. So, what will you … More