Poems from The Furthest City Light

Amateur poet and writer enjoying the freedom of publishing poetry without concern for profit or market--these things simply are.
He stands like power incarnate, as Right. With staff and globe, in light in dark in pride, He wills and I am moved--refracted light...
We are bound and always fall Stutter forward, sad and stupid. Shared desperation makes us crawl --it burns, like fire like gravel on palms...
I am a leaf, Floating on a breeze, Shifting and twisting, as the wind stings me along.   I am a pebble in a  brook, rubbed smooth by the...