Mountains and Ice

Tag: light

  • Poem – Where I Stood

    (1) Where I stood on that last day I saw you walking across the bridge. I believe you did not see me but you must have sensed my presence. When I could no longer see you I lit a cigarette and sat on a graffitied boulder near the river’s edge. (2) Let me go back…

  • Poem – Far Reaches

    At the end of this journey I stood before the bursting stars and bathed in the energy and light. I cupped matter in my hands and I drank the elements. Time did not exist and I knew nothing of time. There was no separation. There was no boundary. I became one with myself. I returned…

  • Poem – Storms

    The godless faces of clouds move storms forward with voiceless commands. Building from the horizon they float in the boundless sky, scattering light and color until the sun sets and free of its binding energy they swallow what is left and overtake trees and shadows.

  • Poem – Absentia #5

    Absent of sight I push the last images away – move through false realities, scattered light dissipates and in the hands I believe to be mine, my fragments rest.

  • Poem – Color and Sound

    The last orange highlights sink into the horizon. Thin grey clouds float across light blue sky. Red-winged blackbirds continue conversations. Across the fields and wetlands lawn-mowers cut through deep green grass. The calendar tells me it is June and with eyes closed I hear summer but this evening has settled for October.

  • Poem – Edge of Tomorrow

    I awoke in a space lacking light or dark. I was not sure if my eyes were open or if I was seeing the inside of my mind. I was cold but not shivering. A breeze began to blow across my face. From an unknown direction and source I heard a voice. Garbled, soft, almost…

  • Enra – Pleiades

    A cherographed music, dance, and light number that truly is an extension, a bridge from here to where we came from. A beautiful peace that amazed me with how the dancers interacted with the light and the story being told. More information at http://enra.jp

  • Poem – Absentia #2

    Absent of light the canvas becomes black – in the blackness there is not nothing – there is everything we choose to show, to expose, to translate from the memories and images into a masterpiece – who can judge art when colors, shapes, lines, splatters, and disconnected images are the hands interpretation of the mind’s…

  • Poem – Absentia #1

    Absent of light the earth gathers itself reaching out to dark corners and pulling back that which strayed. Before light returns she counts each being and sighs before it begins again.

  • Poem – Into the Mountains

    Downtown Denver. Light seeps through spaces between tall buildings. Life on the streets waken – traffic, voices, birds. I look in the mirror swept away of dust as the wind blows through the open window. Grey has overtaken this face the past year filled with experiences and changes in the path I had chosen. The…

  • Poem – Home

    To mom and pops Light edges across the roof giving rise to my shadow. With eyes closed I know it is there, I know I am home. I left 20 years ago trying to find my way to make my own life and path. Travelling to other countries finding my heart in Alaska but I…

  • Poem – That Delicate Balance

    I listen and watch the stories unfold of tragedy and unrest of the mountains unease. There is no escaping the silent truths under whispered breath – we are at her mercy. In the throes of spring I swim within my own journey and the resurrection I undertook with your hand gently upon my shoulder and…

  • On Paths

    The following is the introduction I wrote for the Spring 2014 issue of Stone Path Review. Welcome to the Spring 2014 issue of Stone Path Review. Our primary mission is to present art that delves into life and path in life, the route and direction we take, and the struggle and triumph we all endure.…

  • Poem – Morning Light

    There is the perfect moment – birds sing, the wind circles the body, dogs lay and sniff the air, ravens and ducks land on rooftops and trees, prairie grass crackles – when burdens fall away with no effort. Briefly what followed leaves – I become aware of this too quickly and everything tumbles back but…

  • Essay – Guides and Turning Points

    How did I get here? An important question I throw into the air while reading, writing, and drinking coffee on a cold morning with early sunlight across the fields. In this current state of being, I awoke a few years ago after sleep walking through most of my life and leaving my path up to…