Thoughts on the Empty Field
I have written a bit about the concept of an empty field and what this means spiritually, mentally,...
Poem – Intersections
At the intersection I woke to a wall cloud filled not with rain but fragments of some life...
If Jackson Pollock was a photographer, #2
I imagine one of his photos would look like this:
Still Here
It’s been over a week and my blog has been silent. I have been writing some poems, working...
Poem – 13 Years – 9/11
13 Years (1) An arctic sunrise opens this day – cold, calm, and reflective. The sky burns today...
Poem – Memories
On the cusp between two worlds the fine edge we walk through each day. One world filled with...
Poem – Where I Stood
(1) Where I stood on that last day I saw you walking across the bridge. I believe you...
Poem – Fragments of the person
(1) Washed with silent words spoken by creatures of the day and night I let go and slept...
Poem – Far Reaches
At the end of this journey I stood before the bursting stars and bathed in the energy and...
Poem – Storms
The godless faces of clouds move storms forward with voiceless commands. Building from the horizon they float in...
Poem – Fragments from Absentia 19
(1) In this dream I watched your silhouette dress. Sounds of the streets below carried by the autumn...