Look at the stars! look, look up at the skies! O look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air! The bright boroughs, the circle-citadels

Snow falls gently like little promises accumulating over the years, piling into great mounds of failed commitment. Too large to ignore, it stands grim sentinel

I dare my soul to mark the solemn hour for healing of the world’s disquietude, glean harvests of eternity in fading tapestries of time, engage

Rainbows fume from my body, but the green water to nourish them flows sporadically. These hungry beams of refracted light wait outside my door while

My names, a drunkenness of vowels, l’s, ümlauts, a mélange of ancestries, diacritics, an unreasonable stretch of signature, this seven-syllable amalgam, this roughhouse of families,

Is it the transparency and lift of air? Is it release as when the pebble flings out of the slingshot or the tethered dog suddenly

On the morning of your seventieth birthday you say you feel that sick tug of mortality, the reminder that your roots are spring-thin in this

Femininity is a gift Straight from the Lord Once turned wrong Now restored The cross gives my hair A new way to shine The cross

Life is like the wind It comes and it goes You You have a choice to make:How will you live When life Is like the

In you I find peace my Lord In you I find strength my God I find contentment resting in Yahweh’s arms Desires of the flesh