Pushing Through
Pushing through the pain we see the end. Our vision expanded beyond our sphere. Perhaps we see the...
If Jackson Pollock was a photographer – #21
I imagine one his photographs might look like this:
If Jackson Pollock was a photographer – #20
I imagine one his photographs might look like this:
Another Winter
Spring fell into an early winter. We scramble to remember how cold was last year? How much snow?...
If Jackson Pollock was a photographer – #19
I imagine one his photographs might look like this:
Pockets and Nests
The northern cold and snow arrived late this year. Huddled against the wind we walk icy paths to...
Poem – The Road
The road into the distant sky seems untouchable, the journey seems impossible, but this is the start, this...
Hide and Seek with the Morning Sun
Hide and seek with the morning sun as we emerge form a deep freeze in MN.
Poem – Escape Within Cartoons
Snow begins to cover the empty field as the trees hold up the graying sky. I want to...
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...
Poem – Pathway
I see a life in the distance away from here and this moment of loss. I see a...
Poem – The Ancients
Scattered across the window Overlooking the rocky outline Of the lake shore. Cast from the memories of thousand...