Mockingbird [Poem]

When spring rolls in so does he,like a man just off the trainfiddle on his back, whistlin’ down the tracksongs he stole from somebody.He’s weaving bluebird melodieswith sparrow trills and warbler revelries, on my backyard fence with much ado. Like a boy at a coffee shop open micguitar in hand and skinny jeans blue.Just hoping … Continue reading Mockingbird [Poem]

The Ache of Autumn

“I feel a loneliness for my Creator that pulls me like a migratory bird in the Fall.” -Rebecca Reynolds As she paints the leaves red and strips down the trees, and as the carved jack o’ lantern sitting out on the neighbor’s front porch grows mold and curls in on itself, she reminds us that there is death, but for those who know, there is more than that.