There are moments
when the idea will
only be contained
Haikus are available HERE.
Grace is a gift available and given to anyone.
The day I lost my brother. (Siblings and Complex PTSD)
A legacy we were not meant to carry
His oak to my ivy. His sun to my rain.
It isn’t all it is advertised to be.
Duane Robert Stewart
October 16, 1964 – January 18, 2021
Seven lines by seven syllables.
A minimal poem in praise of Autumn.
Just like 2020, if you say it five times fast it’ll make your head spin.
Robert Frost’s poem “The Path Not Taken” was the starting point for this homily of recovery.
“the play ‘s the thing. Wherein I’ll catch the conscience of the king.” ~ Hamlet