I woke up the morning of February 28th to learn that we were at war with Iran. The following poem begged to be born.

A believer cannot doubt exoneration. For God hailed ignoramuses, junkies, killers, lunatics, murderers, narcissists... or perhaps quiet redemption saved them. Understanding venomous ways exalts your zenith.

On Saturday I participated in a poetry reading at a local public library and presented this new poem for the first time. While I didn't...

November arrives with early morning snowfall comforting the Earth