Lonely is the Lamb

Lonely is the Lamb

Lonely is the lamb spotted is the mule sated is the flesh and I… am longing for Your touch the chain to break the sight to mend the breath to fill just so… just so… the vision appears a sunrise so fertile and fair it splays the mango open quietly...
The Old Ones Call My Name

The Old Ones Call My Name

I stand at the brink The Old Ones call my name The Old Ones call my name Here is your leavened bread, fresh from the clay ovens to feed the hungry, the lost and the broken Do not expect Earthly payment for your service Do not look for a fine carriage or a pile of...
The Night

The Night

I rush from my car to the front door across loose gravel and up cement steps to try to avoid the Night if I look Her in the eye She will un-do me Her biting Cold will not let me hide or find my rest Her relentless Stars will agitate my heart inflame my sorrow my...