Where the Old Shed Sits
The Old Shed Remains… Cat creeping vines like slender green fingers weave their way between dry grey paling s, and
Read morePoetry is a genre of literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm.
The Old Shed Remains… Cat creeping vines like slender green fingers weave their way between dry grey paling s, and
Read moreIt is simple math, the older we get, the more life’s disappointments we will have; It is the ultimate truth
Read moreWhat more can I do but be, the contentions and pressures around me, are just mirrors of illusion, sent to
Read moreAs waters fall from cliffs so high, and glacial aqua mists churned by rising updrafts try, to find the earth
Read moreI feel that endless pulse, blood coursing through my veins, surging as if in sync with all life, like the
Read moreThe chilly morning air and a harsh reminder It brandishes many knives, sharp and penetrating Slashing and stabbing at
Read moreTake a Flying Leap Sometimes you just have to do it. When you tried everything else and nothing worked, you
Read moreTime brings changes, many suns and moons, have risen and set – sand through the hour glass keeps flowing.
Read moreEyes we see, choices we make Through our eyes….responsibility The wings of angels comfort a wayward wretch, too far from
Read moreFaster so it seems, that slit of a half-opened eye, aware of the life slipping by, and whether blissful ignorance
Read moreAnalysis gives me a headache! This, my temporal foundation for decisions, what I perceive in recognition of all that has
Read moreThe Struggles of a New Job So out with the old and in with the new they say, the
Read moreA Back Country Backpacking Trip With My Son The depths we’ll go to find ourselves in woods, to park
Read moreTo Find a Way Up From Underwater So many hours spent in staring up from this cold place of
Read moreHalcyon days, like confetti in a gale, can’t quite reach my thoughts, and what’s left is the struggle of now,
Read moreChildren speak the truth in their heart, for they have not yet learned the duplicitous face of lies, when ploys
Read moreTis not my own words soured by complicity, more your words delivered with such bitterness, I cannot fathom this wrath,
Read moreVenice’s Bridge of Sighs…the walk to a violent end Footsteps echo softly, those that took this path before, their steps
Read moreHow cold and cruel it seemed, Looked out upon
Read moreElegant soldiers in uniform… Precious tulips, with bleeding petals like soldiers stand, by the brown glossy river flow, in clumped
Read moreI praise the silence of the moment, when thoughts cease and being resounds like a distant temple bell, for within
Read moreThe Price of Enlightenment… Admission of wrong an enlightenment… Absolution comes at a price, not from apology but the realization
Read moreProvidence…coming together Elected officials are not gods, not perfect, nor can they change alone, the direction of a world under
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