Poems From The Porch The air is full of sound today– – bluejay, meadowlark, and mockingbird. Upright and supple, the young magnolia tree...

Poems From The Porch Lucy & Gatito (above) Do we ever open our hands completely? What does it mean to be a participant in change? I kiss...

Poems From The Porch Spinning a cocoon No set amount of time Some never begin Safety denied For most, the start is early Four, 15, 23,...

Poems From The Porch To be handed over divides a life Constructing a purpose then being done unto Learning what surrender really means...

Poems From The Porch I am in Nashville today listening to the sound of indoor waterfalls and letting their constancy provide a doorway to...

Poems From The Porch Deadwood serves a purpose. It houses food for hungry woodpeckers. What purpose does your death serve? What nutrients...