The Uncouth Poet

In the night, winter-cold The Uncouth poet wrote notebook full Flames dancing, crackling heard, was the wooden stove He’s possess –like, writing words as if hearing untold stories told   Even the mouse of the cabin took notice by pause On one accord did wolves howl Coffee cold, bourbon mixed, falls staining the cabin floor […]

Hate and Love on Conquering

And the Prodigal son spoke the parable told unto him by a certain Bishop of Galveston of whom he tarried with a little way. For the bishop provided travel, teachings, and nourishment unto him. And the Bishop spoke unto him teaching the unremitting battle between love and hate saying:   And hate said unto love: “It is […]