Mourning Dove

Mourning Dove (a poem) I can sing the mourning dove’s song,Say you are right, when you’re not,I play pretend well, pursuit of my quest,Deference lies, painful, inside my chest.I climb atop mountains, when I’m alone,Sing into deaf winds, release storms borne,Swear bloody oaths, awaiting Jesus,Fall upon swords, taste of self treason.I will do what makesContinue reading “Mourning Dove”


Time (a poem) Time rolls us along the throng,Our memories stick like lint,Weaving into our life’s fabric,Remnants at which we pick.Take a seat, enjoy the ride Visions of your life flashing by,Moving forward, looking back,Memories cherished, or of lack.I put on my morning mascara,Takes me back to high school days,Boy in the hall, same timeContinue reading “Time”