Category Archives: Poetry

I keep hoping pressing a spyglass into the hollow of my eye socket that I can see through opacity What are we looking for? Is it the act of looking that draws us, keeps the mind from the relentless rocking of rhythmic waves surrounding us How easy it is to tire of today’s problem solvingContinue reading “Opaque”

With thanks and reference to Lord Byron and an apocryphal 18th century suicide note Dear Friend I grow weary of all this packing and unpacking— what else remains of life?

I’ve been tidal-locked for sure floating around in circles Anchors pulling from some unfathomable depth checking my movements Why don’t you see, this scattered debris, surrounding me just keeps me here? I’m letting go of this material waste to see what matters Out here—alone—nothing ever happens A dream is only a dream if you wakeContinue reading “Nowhere”

Life’s Beauty is the art of letting go— I’m constantly throwing away my fine line pens before they run out of ink I press them down, the nub disappears metal scrapes across flaking pages, ink sputters out I buy another; next time I’ll play the part better —of an ideal I’m in love with theContinue reading “Surrender”

I think others find it a bit alarming, how quickly I clean the slate I am an artist who carefully peels away the day’s paint from the canvas before I sleep. from shallow lines, whisper touches to deep valleys, pressed almost through to the other side all taken care of, with the gently purposeful handContinue reading “Bare”