The Artist

We live in between our own anxious, gasping breaths, On wonderland that is neither somewhere or nowhere, Up and down lies carefully on its side and dares to think, Within our creative cells and tortured thoughts derive, Pen, brush, music, and lens we work to capture the eyes, Expressing our images with the naked utter … Continue reading The Artist

Skin Still Soft

Wrinkled fingers clasped together to form hands in prayerLooking toward the heavens, she asks Friend, are you there? I've lived a long life she thinks warming  herself by the fireI am all that's left; my situation seems so lonely and dire. I am old and tired my Lord she whispers and I'm ready to  goMy bones ache in this … Continue reading Skin Still Soft

A Lone Surfer

Still cool white sand stuck between my long salty toes,A tiny swell moved close wetting my dragging jeans,My nose took in through its filtering, yearning hairs,The formidable smell of fish and salt and long lost cares. Leaving my summer clothes on the beach I ran forward,Feeling the sense of freedom the cool water brought,Still strong … Continue reading A Lone Surfer