I know, I know, my writing has been spotty (at best) for the last couple months. Ironically, this wordless patch … More
Paint the scene now, before ship takes a dive.
how did we go from
hairy bodies with clean faces
to bare skin and bushy beards?
We’ve nearly done it.
My yonder wild still calls, don’t get me wrong; some days its Sirens all that fill my ears.
These days, anyone who says the Bible is “crystal clear” on anything beyond “God is love” is immediately suspect in my mind.
Iron Sharpens Iron?
These metaphors diverse I do intend; Results remain remote unto the end.
On and on, up the food chain…
in the layers of life / it’s darkest in the middle / right where the eye wants to fall.
Sometimes Magic happens…
Even as colouroverlays the monochrome, I see no beauty here. Only chaosand waste. Lives. Ways of Life. Stolen. And for … More
No matter the Framing, the Mat, or the Pane / The Whole of The Story it shall not contain.
Just / Air
The Poets knows this / Better than their Readers / Who will see / What They will see.
only the long trip finds warm light
Now, we go inside to experience the past painter’s present.
sanctuary should always be wherever we find ourselves…
All is Chaos – Yet Structure and Purpose will always be found Within.
Who Belongs? You tell me…