Poetry

Recently I wrote a poem for musical composer and friend, Brad Fowler, entitled, "Mirror Anima". The piece premiered at the Missouri Music Educators Association annual conference, performed by the Kearney High School Bel Canto Choir, and directed by Jason Elam. Below...

I am a felt sense of life, an attempt of articulation with a cursed tongue and no end in sight. Tethered to wonder and fright a delusion of divinity I seek nothingness and shadows of light. Survival is a given so I must ask another question: What is the difference...

my fears, incense compressed through countless moments of forgotten vulnerability, burn in the roaring fire of our hearts, the smoke, a reminder of my fortitude, the beautiful scent, a celebration of Love melting into you, with you, we enter a presence that needs...

Light releases its purpose to play and dance on your skin, a newborn doe finding its legs in the snow, jumping, leaping in that moment when fantasy kisses reality... Life clings to your hair giddily, swirling ecstatically, pretending, for once, that no one is looking,...

I'm hanging myself and every time I talk to God the rope gets a little tighter burning only when I resist... jumping up and down on this chair, waiting for it to crack, we share a good laugh, at just how wobbly it all is. If done right, I'll bleed out from my heart...

The death of love is a distended heart, an aching sunrise stretched over time, and a sky in mind with no earth to touch. Another death, an implied beginning...

Love is my lungs breathing paradox, filtering contraction, wisdom passes ceaselessly into my being as surrender births my movement... continually reborn anew my eyes become the sunlight that awakens the untended garden in your heart, the shadows of seasons no longer...

I am the penetrating darkness, decisive moments ripping through time, a gift from madness, igniting photographs from behind, flipping and searing lines, 'as below, as above', collecting broken frames in your negative space that has become the foreground of my love

I've polished the marble of these statues for far too long hoping one day they might move, but as magnificent as they are, our conversations have grown stale... I feel the beauty in your eyes taking in the life that boils from inside my heart, this endless river that...