The day’s beginning
With amazing potential
Bird’s singing at dawn
Early morning with birds singing boldly. I’m not quite ready to leave the comfort of bed and blankets. The sky slowly lightens, second by second.
poetry, prose, and photography


A new testament
The hand of God drifting through
Buds become blossoms

Perhaps they prefer
Victims to remain Faceless
I’m resisting such

Violence glorified?
I’m seeking the path forward
Away from despair
​“My dad is dying”
My son’s friend was telling me
“I don’t want to go”
“Not there when I needed him”
Dreadful thoughts for a young mind