He Bled Red

Cold blood,
Red blood, blue clothes:
Ice cold blooded murder!
Pooled red blood, his pulse has gone cold,
So cold.

In Short

I long
For you like kids
Long for the bell to ring
Announcing that they’re done with school
And free.

“God can testify how I long for all of you with the affection of Christ Jesus.”–Phil. 1:8

Fork it Over

Winside Inn

I ate
The bread you brought
With garlic, melted cheese,
Like mittens on a nippy day;
I’m glad.


The beans
So soft and green
Upon my dinner plate
Are sticks of butter’s sly disguise
And cold.

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