Monday, July 13, 2009

Poem: My Spotted Socks

writted 7/13/09
critique welcome.

Threaded with pink
and white
and a tiny bit of orange.

Thoroughly worn
and loved
and torn at the toes a little.

They don't exactly keep my feet warm,
But as long as I can look at my spotted socks
I almost don't mind being cold.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009


Why I've forgotten my pen
And it's stout comfort.

Why I revel in other silly,
Unimportant half-joys.

Why I've not let my heart
Pour out to my God?