Vale of Tears: A Song of the Elves
You graced my brows with gleaming light And sent me forth into the night A lantern swinging in my hand I faced a sea of windswept land A glitter, glimmer Moth of white Unto a…
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Soaring and Epic: Magical Movie Scores to Inspire the Imagination
I stand at my bedroom window, hands clasped against my chest, mouth hanging half-open, lungs barely collecting air. A heart-arresting battle is raging across the sloping green hill and in among the towering…
The Case for Jo Laurence: An Analysis of the Relationships in “Little Women”
I have to confess that the last time I watched the 1994 version of Little Women, starring Winona Ryder, I felt very much like a three-year-old wanting to pitch a grand fit on the living…
Mary’s Meditation
The world’s aged sunlight mottles my son’s tombstone in tarnished, dusty gold. I sit beside the cavern of rock where he lies. I stroke the cold, rough surface. I finger the damp, dead grass. I…
Idea: The Writer’s War
The idea seizes.I fly to penThese whispers burning deep within,To scribe these thoughts of dawn-like fire(That I can never fully hear,Yet feel them like a deep-lodged spear)Oh, the fascination they inspire!Each contour: untouched mystery,In this…
A Desert with Roses: Ten Simple Resolutions to Enrich My Lent
Jesus I will . . . Be ever mindful of God’s love for me, and rejoice in it! I refuse to lose sight of how much God loves me, even with my sins and shortcomings…
Hard to Find: A Tribute to the Cop Show “Adam-12”
Honor’s hard to find.You won’t get itWhen you’re on foot pursuit and you trip and fall over garbage cans—When you get hand cramps from writing tickets on illegally parked cars—When you try over and over…
Chrysalis: A Free-Verse Poem for Lent
I uncurl and fall still and sleepin the twilightuntil night comes . . . The windLashes.I am a threadbare rainbow,A brittle ship in a hurricane, Clinging to this twigThat is my harbor.Alone.Helpless until the wind…
Winter Will Not Last Forever: An Acrostic
We are laden with Immortal snow. It seems we will Never again breathe, buried under these shrouds, frozen beneath these sorrows of Things long passed away. Can you hear the loneliness Exhale around us? Still, distant memories…