Morning, early fall.

Morning, early Fall. Hazelnut coffee and ripped jeans through windows, people streaming out of and into doors, and blue peeking around the morning clouds; while a bit of chill comes by, uncertain it is any longer a remembered thing. But she remembers, and the memory is such as brings a smile to her face like … Continue reading "Morning, early fall."

Tea Lights

Slowly, she disrobed, Laying down Her last resistance
I'm trying to understand --

Traveling Thoughts – 3

“Embrace the moment” This is what is said — It resonates and echoes In the head But lo, arms open wide, We see the day: And realize that time has slipped Away


The artist stops to paint a scene With colors that she purchased from A shop that closed six years before, A place that smelled of spirit gum And costumes hanging in the back By landscapes painted for the stage. And in the now, she thinks about What happened to that place. Her painting packed up … Continue reading "Erewhon"

{ the feel }

when he still had the feel, the earth was cinnamon, and waterslides, and autumn like a kiss, a lingering, discovery, no guides, each whole experience — a birth. when he still had the feel when sorrow had another place to grow, he held the air and ground inside a heart that stretched into the sky, … Continue reading "{ the feel }"

The Sea Rolls In

The sea rolls in at twilight time, The day is laying down to rest; My love is standing by my side And I can hear a beating in her chest… The waves are lovely, soft and wet; The dampness there upon my brow, The spray, dispersing in the air – And we, yes, she and … Continue reading "The Sea Rolls In"

Sunrise 7

He walked down to the waterside When he was twelve of years, Awash in nescience and pride And dreams of new frontiers And there were gulls, and mourning doves, And fishers organizing -- But when you're only twelve of years, The sun Is always Rising