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He wanders through works of the Ancient Ones. Searches the Word for understanding. Studies the science of windy days and little boy wonder ..

He taught daughters how to shoot a long rifle and how to throw a tomahawk. He taught them to start a fire with only flint and steel. He taught me..

lost and found

love isn't always hearts and roses sometimes it's an ashtray perched precariously between us sometimes it's a purple crocus blooming..

It is hard to see you just out of reach and miss you so much I think a heart could break. It is difficult to hear your voice and know that..

you weren't really lost, you know . . . just because you were driving up and down unfamiliar roads just because you carved those old initials ..

my fanciful thought-creatures tend to be shy, retiring folks you might see them peek out dirty windows they squirrel away behind ‘I..

I will heal you, he said. My words of grace will ease your aches. My inner light will guide you home. My patient hands will soothe your spirit...

still growing

never fear, poetry you see doesn't reflect heartbreak, just a moment, a flight of fantasy