The words came tripping, tumbling, rolling over each other pushing their way out, trying to be first, but each one just came behind the next, until they were all mixed up, almost backwards. They came in flows of syllables and bitterness and tears and whines and loneliness and hiccuping breaths and ‘I’m sorries’ and snot. … Continue reading Words tripping
Why are you here? What do you mean? I said, why are you here? Do we need to have this discussion, again? Why do you think we keep having it? Because I’m here? So now, you’re getting smart? Do you want me out? I’ve told you before. Well, I’m leaving, now. Don’t forget milk. I … Continue reading Why are you here?
Light painting uses long exposures in dark places to allow selective lighting to highlight objects or parts of objects, provide a different perspective, and to represent motion and color, in ways that cannot be done in a single fast frame. I’m still working on timing and brightness, but here is a sample of some of … Continue reading Light Painting
You, bitter trinity, long I have wed. Our courtship started early in my years. Your whispers, claiming you are truth, have led Me to make you the author of my tears. Dear Darkness, Sadness, Worry, as one you carve The mortise to my tenon, joining me Into your lifelong, seamless structure, fast. That we are … Continue reading An Ode to My Other Companion
The second crocus from the right appeared with morning splendor, bright. Its flower, a purple filigree On pale blue petals three and three. It rose from winter’s faint remains And pierced the meadow’s snowy stains. I saw the field aglow with light Of gold and lavender and white. And darkness from the evening letting Starlight … Continue reading Crocus
Feathers were strong and heaven sent The sun, its golden luster lent Perhaps, a bit too high I went Perhaps, those words not what I meant, The wax grows soft and slightly bent. Now Icarus prays for a soft descent
As I drove toward the work I do I came upon a stunning view The valley’s clouds cast morning light, On rows of dragons taking flight From darkness just around the hill, Where waves of magic horses spill. They flowed and bent with thermals, stormed. Until a new tableau was formed. And mythic creatures gathered … Continue reading Commute with Clouds
The weathered tree has seen the light of half a century’s Springs. With warming breeze, or icy winds its wide canopy sings. Summer brought a blessed growth of branch and leaf and core. The trunk forged strong, the roots bore deep, the branches grew to soar. And after many seasons, plain, the hopeful sylvan flowered. … Continue reading The weathered tree
Barefoot on the wooded trail, two almost strangers ambled. The thoughts escaped their daily rail, the conversation rambled. The dappled sun on forest floor alit the gentle pair. Each unforced topic begging more, new ideas yet to share. A bed of moss as soft as air They sat upon the ground And circumnavigating there, A … Continue reading Wooded walk
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