…sun’s pardon

The sun’s nearly set and late evening’s long shadows and amber hue stretch deep into the woods. A few meet my steps. Hand hewn half timbers that lead to a gracious porch where timber trusses and a tin roof lit by lantern light host Whitman and Thoreau, laughter and music strummed by heart and played…

…Mucalinda Rising

Every Sunday my sisters and I went to sunday school at the catholic church in town named after St. John Francis Regis. A choice not our own. Every sunday school teacher I had would agree that I had a “behavior problem.” I remember in the spring, when the weather was nice the teachers would bring…

…she prays for rain

It finds me sifting through forgotten memories Bundled tight in yesterdays Whispered Words Sheltered from worry’s ear Small but courageous Standing firm against the giants of the world A desperate grasping for the clutch of your hand Short breaths and vain pleading What’s next, sensing your weakness, attacks…. -Adam J Steele

BE THAT FLAME….

To: Tiffany Lynn, my sister Life is a mountain we must all climb. Your salvation, that saving grace, is inside you waiting to be uncovered. Like a fire left alone, it waits for you to uncover the embers and kindle a flame. Build a roaring fire to light and warm the world. And when the…

the march of mice

To: Stacey Lee, my sister 30 wow, I’ll be 27 this year. It’s been almost 10 years since we graduated high school. The same stretch of time from 2nd grade to our senior year. (that realization hits me like a swift kick to the chin) I pick my head up and look at the road…

Rubied Dawn

My daughter and I started the day like most that came before it. With each day getting longer, our morning routine was a bit brighter. On our way out the door she stopped dead as I turned to shut the door. When I turned back to walk off the porch, still standing there silent, she…