What my teachers in youth taught can still be taught?

They turn out to be treasures, instead.

God's genius or Man's?

...while we stir this camp fire.

The routine that fades out of the lexicon.

The bequeathing of love.

Blue Poetry

Heaven without marriage would not be magic.

I want to leave nothing undone.

The melodies blow away.

Blue Poetry

...to make all the insignificant things.

Window down, fingers piercing the dragons.

I once asked God to change someone I loved.

One of the most memorable ties to the physicality of the earth is cold rain.

Genesis declares the seed as the final goal.

Often, my wording in prayer is "please allow."

A lonely awareness.

Blue Poetry

When fear dies, what replaces it?

How I win the battle against morning dissonance.