the rowan berries brightly glow
with secrets only rowans know
All articles filed in poetry
prime
awake, my soul
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the body of Christ
what did You look like
Son of God?
i have only seen the surface
I have only seen the surface
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wee woolly beastie
black as the dark o’ night he was
an’ sleek as a mink wi’ wee little paws
Eichel Mütze
come let me wear you!
cried the little rusty tam
6 a.m.
the jangle of a ukulele
wafts into my dreasm
as i drift, unwillingly
back toward consciousness
one for sorrow
toll one for sorrow
my darling, my dears
toll one
toll one for sorrow
there in the black
i like dark nights, virginia said
but all i could picture was gathering dread
things too wonderful
three things are too wonderful for me;
four things i can’t comprehend
