The Bard finding himself A stranger in a strange land Remains open to all But if attacked, armed With the Staff of Power And the Fire in his head He will not hesitate . . . more

  The Bard finding his enemies Attempts conciliation But finding only rejection Destroys them with the Power of his focused mind   more

This Is Not a Sketch   Not the fire in the belly, but the air in the lungs. Clarity. Fire warms, then burns in passion, flaming, shaming, conflagration . . . more

  As the sun rises, the new day begins A gentle breeze stirs the rushes near the bank The night mists begin to dissolve A lone swan swims almost motionlessly On the lake surface   . . . more

  If we truly believe that God is good Then it follows that we possess All the strength and resources we need To be triumphant in life If we don’t believe I don’t know . . . more

    Sometimes in our frantic desire To reach the other shore We miss the beauty and wonder Of where we are now   1/30/2012 8:15 AM more

                    I am a woman by the lash of my tongue and the curve of my hip in . . . more

  Ceremony To Christopher Hitchens Becoming eyeless again, emptying a jar of light and never seeing their confetti, death has a secular degree. . . . more

    The gentle penetrating wind Circles about seeking An opening in her heart And finding one enters And plants a seed That grows into a flower Stronger and more beautiful . . . more