Blood Stains
Swallowing the last gulps he set down the now empty can. Balanced precariously on the corner of the…
Swallowing the last gulps he set down the now empty can. Balanced precariously on the corner of the…
I woke in the night to the sound of rain falling Hitting the tin roof in notes of…
“I wanna know, will you remember me when forever comes and goes?” We have all made promises to…
When they come, and they will as sure as the turning of the earth, what will you do…
“I am a star, stuck in the ground.” These are lies that we all believe at one time…
As the storms rage here in the Pacific Northwest, my thoughts turn to the storms that rage in…
He is God of the storm The storm is God He is God in the storm
Reworked stanza from the Edgar Allen Poe poem ‘El Dorado’ Mark Schutter ©2016 Transparency A moment of vulnerability…
Thunder and Lightning If God is the God of the storms, the power and fury, shouldn’t we also…