If Jackson Pollock was a photographer – #10
I imagine one his photographs might look like this:
Poem – More Questions Than Answers
That crossroad we come to in moments of stress and blocks, the struggle choking rational thoughts, the behavior,...
Poem – Escape Within Cartoons
Snow begins to cover the empty field as the trees hold up the graying sky. I want to...
Poem – Empty Fields
When this life’s pace and chaos become too much I know where I can turn. I return to...
Poem – Path Home
The pine tree lined path covered with early season snow beckons for me to follow and with eyes...
Poem – Becoming Winter
For now I am the winter beneath the mask revealed beneath the cold water of the sea. Eyes...
Poem – Path Cast From Dreams
Emerging from the depths, wrangling free from its grips, I took the only path I knew, the only...
Poem – Direct Dreams
In the fractured sleep of night’s immersed in dreams based in nothing familiar or known, one word repeated...
If Jackson Pollock was a photographer – #9 – White Poles
I imagine one his photographs might look like this:
Poem – Tomorrow’s Lesson
As my years here have grown, and the world around shrinks, the uncertainty of time increases, and if...
Poem – Fragile Thread
The sunless grey sky releases an afternoon rain pushing leaves beginning to transition to bright yellows and deep...
Poem – Beneath the Setting Sun
When I see the evening sun gracefully fall into the forest and the last rays sweep across the...