awash in truer song – Sonnett XXXIX

My yonder wild still calls, don’t get me wrong; some days its Sirens all that fill my ears.

Into the Gray – #SoCS

These days, anyone who says the Bible is “crystal clear” on anything beyond “God is love” is immediately suspect in my mind.

Irony Unlimited

Iron Sharpens Iron?

The Palette of My Life Some Colors Short – Sonnet XXXVI

These metaphors diverse I do intend; Results remain remote unto the end.

Fish-Eye Blind

On and on, up the food chain…

in a previous light

in the layers of life / it’s darkest in the middle / right where the eye wants to fall.

Outside of Form

Sometimes Magic happens…

Overlay

Even as colouroverlays the monochrome, I see no beauty here. Only chaosand waste. Lives. Ways of Life. Stolen. And for … More

Look without Edges

No matter the Framing, the Mat, or the Pane / The Whole of The Story it shall not contain.

Just Air

Just / Air

Aum

The Poets knows this / Better than their Readers / Who will see / What They will see.

spiral

only the long trip finds warm light

past painter’s present

Now, we go inside to experience the past painter’s present.

sanctuary

sanctuary should always be wherever we find ourselves…

life finds a way

All is Chaos – Yet Structure and Purpose will always be found Within.

Straightish Structures

Who Belongs? You tell me…

gilt-deep compassion

Time to put some more of our “White Gilt” to work.

the faerie tale bowl

the bowl remains just as full…

crying eyes cast downward

This canvas was not meant to be pierced.

a lot of nerve – #SoCS

Different is good