“In the Flow” is my postcard art donation to the Twitter Art Exhibit for 2015 where all proceeds…
In myself, I have no right to ask As I tentatively crawl to Your throne In myself, I…
It was a kind of magicWhen hope springs eternal before dying in the colors of autumnFor the magic…
An uncomfortable familiarity, hangs heavy above.  Swirling mysteries rise, trapped forever between.          Memories; of what used to…
I see a duck on a hot asphalt lake His story moves in the shimmering heat As summertime…
Rest now weary sinners, there’s a reckoning just ahead. Where the work of grace begins, and every hope…
