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Wise as Serpents, Harmless as Doves Chapter One: I was a PK. That made all the difference, to them. It really didn’t matter to me, much, until I got home. Then it hit, the whole you’ve-got-to-be-an-example thing. Everything was tempered by ...

DNA Software or Future Shadows In hallowed halls a voice resounds I am looking for you. There? And a dozen heads turned round, to source the sound: What? Did you hear something? Where? I tried to save you from a fate like mine To keep ...

Out From The Shadows Out from the shadows of parents' loving care, they come Content for a day to rest beneath our lofty trees, A rest short-lived as shadows new Reaching out from years as yet unlived claim their day; Until the last shadow falls... ...

Word is Word was In the beginning Lights out Darkness Before the starting Quiet Whispers Before the coming Still small Words rang The world creating

If I rhyme these lines of mine And give expression some inflection Does that make it poetic?   If I talk in iambic pentameter Or free verse, does that matter, at all?   The poet stills, and distills. Makes rainbows of white noise. Delights and enlight-ens Composes and exposes Pierces mental defenses And emotional ...

These are the hands of God These two little hands of mine That hold a faith sublime In heaven’s power divine They do the work of God These are the hands of God These hands that seem so small Scarce good for much at all But ...

Visit Ready In evening shadows I wait Nodding variegated willow tips Make me wonder Arrived? I cannot see their faces They call and chatter on About their day, the neighbors World affairs But never politics or religion That would be the end I keep the water clean Flowers bright I wait Perhaps night’s shadow brings ...

Peripheral light from fireplace pseudo flames does little to brighten dull raindrop gray dancing between exhaled CO2 molecules The gas fed stone mantled heat neither comforts nor propels—artificial warmth is no motivator, to stay, or go Harmful rays rise from each and every global ...

It was the land of ‘Twases And Times Before ‘Twas the time before We knew any different Then -and-There was normal And Holidays exceptional ‘Twas the time before We knew that storks didn’t bring babies And spent the year wondering What sibling Santa would be bringing And the next wondering ...

I came to the sea to breathe; to wet my gills and breathe; to right my dorsal soul and swim again, breathing easily; to find my Adam in the sand; my Aphrodite within the sea; to know again the wat'ry womb of Mother Earth; to trace Methanococcus jannaschii in my family tree; to ascertain the microbe's virulence against crushing pressures-- would I could.   I came to the ...