Our passion
burns bright
like a match’s
strike
that catches
not just flint
to phosphorus
but sets the world
ablaze
and everything
burns
until all
that is left
is you and I
and scorched earth
rain forest
Gideon’s Challenge
Gideon’s Challenge
Gideon’s Challenge
Cold water slips
over chilled skin
as bare feet wade
from frigid depths
to dry grasses
that crackle
underfoot
and brush tapped
barren rustles
as the figure steps
from grasses
into the trees beyond
and melts away
into the forest
with a soft laugh
hanging in the air





