Cooled air summons under starlight . . . night bugs pulse minor triads; slugs glide shiny trails in the streetlight between shadows . . ....

I love the calm, slate-gray mornings After a middle-night thunderstorm When rain still drips from a dome of trees, How...

We so often hear the sound of a thought without thinking. God is God. And we rush right on, wanting something more. There is no more. We...

A touch of love and petals open, blossoms burst through snowy bark, eaglets dare the mountain gorges, songbirds giggle...

All I want out of life is Heaven--Adam's Eden is long dead . . . But sometimes still a buttercup evening springs Gold shadows...

Waves, tumbling broken shells in the unbroken crash and hush of tide, skidding to shore and crawling backwards, spent, subdued, gurgle...

She pulls her silver in patient ripples, stringing adhesive wire from spoke to spoke, clasping one circumference and another, and...

Like a hot air balloon of gasping brightness, The sun ascends the gravity of night, Flames into a blinding, red-gold ball...

The spooky squeal of haunted brakes, The death rattle wailing down the rails-- A late-night train Flies off the compass...

Pity the person who is afraid of the quiet. "It's too quiet in here," Sometimes I have heard students say across the years...

You wrapped your living soul around a lie;  A slow decay crept forward, causing truth to die. The death you chose was poignant,...

From little creatures' throats and wings, From heaven's doors ajar, Come pleasant sounds and hearts that sing-- For my...

Pit bulls Lick My sweating tracks In bloody greed. Above the gorge I sway on tiptoe-- An icicle...

I watched them enter lordly, prim. They stopped beside the offering bowl And slung their noisy pursefuls in. They have so...

Just-evening sun shouts at me eye-level across my loaded desk. Hidden birds giggle and caw from the live-oak limbs...

He picked the blessing green; A lot turned sour. "Green" for the best, He cast blind lots For Sodom's...

To be forgiven at all Is to be forgiven much. Against Christ's lily purity Is every mote a beam-- A beam...

When all was dark and I was tired, Decision pressured me to cry; Tears drowned the pain inside And buried the reason why.   Then came the...

I stand at the door-- Will you open? I've been knocking through the night-- Listening, listening, On this side. ...

Like little faces nodding smiles Of sunshine, love, and peace, My morning glories beckon me To take a garden...