Gifts, from the Muze's

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On Being Married to Martha

Thru a glass darkly

On the wedding

Between the liquid and the solid

Two Afghans

On the first night, together

On life Eternal, the coming day

On the Gardener

On living with Nada

On Prokaryote

On Male PMS

On the smell of new life, creation.

On Coyote Sex

She painted the ceiling blue v1

On Vulgar Notions

February 25, 2019

The town square.

February 21, 2019

Link Willard Stephen Byington Personal History

February 16, 2019

The Letters in the Cedar Chest

February 15, 2019

On ironing and waiting

February 11, 2019

To the Generations

February 09, 2019

The Motel and Dance

February 09, 2019

Forsaken not, me

February 09, 2019

On Personal Revelation

February 09, 2019

On Proper family size.

January 25, 2019

To return the boon

January 15, 2019

on being one

December 28, 2018

Grandmas paintings

December 25, 2018

A Christmas mourn

November 28, 2018

Now he sleeps

November 27, 2018

The wounds old and new

November 24, 2018

On the Final Judgement

November 16, 2018

On my grandmothers

November 13, 2018

On Mary and Elizabeth

November 12, 2018

Schrödingers cat,

November 06, 2018

Brokenness and the Fall of Man

November 05, 2018

To this then the covenant

November 03, 2018

On Aeschylus

November 02, 2018

The son of the mourning

November 01, 2018

Shades of the choice

October 27, 2018

The common-law wife.

October 27, 2018

Lucifer the first broken one

October 26, 2018

The screw'in stool

October 17, 2018

On arranged marriage.

October 14, 2018

On Casting Crowns and the wider Body of Christ.

October 12, 2018

On the new haircut

October 12, 2018

To hear her voice.

October 09, 2018

Thinking of Vicksburg

September 29, 2018

From whence does it come?

September 23, 2018

The Church as an AA Meeting

September 18, 2018

The selling of hate

September 16, 2018

On our first day.

September 14, 2018

On being Samwise Gamgee

September 11, 2018

On my Moms

September 09, 2018

On poetry

September 08, 2018

To hear her voice

September 03, 2018

She came, in her own special way.

August 27, 2018

On letting go

August 26, 2018

When joy returns

August 10, 2018

The ring we share

August 09, 2018

He lives with death.

August 04, 2018

Things tobe Grateful for

On incomplete poetry and revealed thought

Only to believe

On harvesting truth

On becoming friends.

On grandpas anvil

The poet

Luv is a verb

Difficult things, and the dance

The Negotiation

Tobe Unborn and Luved

The Handmaiden ToBe

What Remains

The Other Handmaiden

A Handmaids Tale

The danger, was there.

On this Mother's Day

On Mothers Day

This then , this poem

Caffeine and the Word of Wisdom