Seeing through the eyes of others

poetry and writings based on the truth of life. Everyone sees through their own lenses. Trade glasses with someone else and view your world…and theirs. I write personal, I write upon request and not limited to one area, genre, or style

  • She is a friend,

    Willow Veil….. that’s her! Sweet protective angel of midnight, you came wrapped in velvet shadows and candlelight, with beauty both tender and untamed You linger in the soul like a secret whispered beneath a harvest moon, your gaze holds the stillness of deep water, the shimmer of distant stars, and something older than either You… Read more

  • Broken Cistern

    Some days the emptiness isn’t a mood, it’s a resident. It moves into my chest like it owns the place, sits on my ribs like a dog on a bone that won’t let go, clamps down like a snapping turtle that bites and refuses to release until the sky finally thunders I miss everything I… Read more

  • September 2026

    Memories strike with the force of yesterday like an F5 ripping through a subdivision scattering lives like mere toothpicks The heartbreak returns, the eyes fill with tears, and the mind stretches until it grows numb, like fresh concrete being poured again and again upon the ground Yet beneath all that weight remains the memory of… Read more

  • Kalona Ayeliski… Reckoning

    Kalona Ayeliski… Reckoning Day The one you stole:they are familyThe one you sold:they are familyThe one you murdered: they are also family Their homes may be corrupted by abuse, drugs, alcohol, or their homes may be beautiful and clean and decent and nice. Yet you stole them, you sold them, you hurt them, you murdered… Read more

  • too small to know

    Infant baptism finds no footing in Scripture.The Bible presents baptism as belonging to those old enough to understand the gospel, repent of sin, and confess faith in Christ for themselves. There is no saving grace located in the water itself, and the proposed parallel between baptism and circumcision does not hold up under careful examination… Read more

  • Crucible 2026

    the crucible of discernment:  living with the truth turned up loud while everybody else is just humming along to a tune Sitting in a room full of laughter and  feeling the vibrations underneath the floorboards. You hear a compliment land soft on your ear, but your spirit catches the hook hiding inside that kindness Folks… Read more

  • projecting self

    Don’t tell me how I feel.Don’t tell me how I think.Don’t take your lens, polish it with your history, and press it over my eyes like it’s supposed to fit. That’s not empathy.That’s a mirror you’re holding up and calling it a window. You say, “I know exactly what you’re going through,” but your “exactly”… Read more

  • Mystery and Life

    At sunset she woke, Alexandra, At last clothed in mourning black, while daylight bled away behind the world Pearls circled her throat like captured moons,and a red stone rested at her breast a quiet, polished promise of the blood she craved She was the vampire queen,merciful only in the way night can be merciful:gentle to… Read more

  • What we see…

    The photographer catches the sunlight resting inside a dandelion’s crown, each seed a little star, each fine filament holding the morning’s promise or the last golden breath of evening The poet sees it, too: the hollow stem rising faithfully from the earth, the green leaves gathered low beneath it, the flower lifting its bright face… Read more

  • Louisiana tears of the Sun

    It was an ordinary Louisiana day, the kind that begins quietly beneath a broad blue sky. We moved gently through our work, putting things in place, gathering what was needed, and sharing the small moments that make a day feel full. A soft breeze moved through the air, carrying the sweetness of honeysuckle and the… Read more