Surviving
Slow down, stop, look to the sky. With eyes closed, take in nature, exhale burdens, worries, and angst....
Poem – Saman
The black silent outline moves closer as time passes, time not from here. The empty sky vibrates as...
Poem – Taking the Path into the Darkening Sky
Falling off the concrete path, I landed in the empty fields surrounded with autumn colors. I was not...
If Jackson Pollock was a photographer – #18
I imagine one his photographs might look like this:
Poem – The Road
The road into the distant sky seems untouchable, the journey seems impossible, but this is the start, this...
Poem – Into the Shadows
Holding up the sky as morning settles into the fields. We pass beneath the ancient canopy and quietly...
If Jackson Pollock was a photographer – #17
I imagine one his photographs might look like this:
Poem – The Bridge
Years ago, after the moment passed, one of those life changing decisions that, somewhere inside, I know altered...
If Jackson Pollock was a photographer – #16
I imagine one his photographs might look like this:
Poem – Mountain Dust
Mountains cast their shadows across my face as the distant river fills the canyon heading toward the sea....
Poem – Stars
And we sailed in a cosmic boat made from dreams across an ocean of stars. Guided by distant...
Poem – At the End of the Day
Cast from expectations of treeless horizons and concrete enforced cities, we landed here within the forest which quickly...
Poem – Outside of Time
Sands cover the landscape spewing steam. The vast ocean surfaced with the grains I have discarded. Passing through...
Poem – Connections
Regardless of what the trail is made of, it connects us to the earth, guides us through the...
Poem – In the Silence
In the stationary silence I seek answers that already lie at me feet. I look for skies that...