Open It

barn framed

Daylight bids its fond adieu,

Evening splices time in two;

What was, turns into yesterdays,

What will be, is the gift that stays.


Pandora’s Box

Pandora's Box daylily


She was sure Yesterday

was dead and gone. She had,

after all, buried it deep

in a wooden crate

under the old apple

tree (the one that split

down the trunk

during the storm of

’79). So

when it raised its hoary

head, she knew

someone had opened

Pandora’s Box.


This daylily’s name? Pandora’s Box, of course. 

The Closet


She smiles,

a slow, careful smile

that curdles on top like bad milk,

a skin freezing in increments over troubled

waters.  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says

to the accompaniment of the skeletons doing a jig in her coat closet.

Fallen Leaves

Fallen leaves,

texturized throw-rugs,

a carpet of has-beens to decorate the past.

Last season’s castaways,


crawling advertisement to former glory.


Recycled refuse,

using old in modern ways,

decorator’s dream.

Rise Above!

Rise above!

This world will try to break you,

Tear you down, forsake you,

Smash your dreams, deface you,

But you can’t let it win!

Rise above!

The past will scratch and claw you,

Terrify and flaw you,

Masticate and gnaw you,

And wear your patience thin.

Rise above!

There is One who knows you,

Beautifies and grows you,

Cherishes and chose you,

So let the rise begin!

“Don’t be afraid, for I am with you.  Don’t be discouraged, for I am your God.  I will strengthen you and help you.  I will hold you up with my victorious right hand.”  Isaiah 41:10