Point to Point
We’ve grown used to happily-ever-afters rising from a crescendo mere moments before the credit scroll that it’s become cliche to believe that...
because it’s art?
maybe it’s true that art should be serious or relevant (whatever that’s supposed to mean) and maybe these musings are too personal...
a kind of logic
there are moments when words plunge me deeper than any view or vista i’ve seen before, leading me with symbolic logic to...
in from the rain
the sound of heavy rain slapping leafy trees and the eaves of our old tin roof which sometimes leaks calls to mind...
coming up for air
all endings burst forth from the smallest of seeds (often overlooked) until it’s far too late — and you’re left standing alone...
a reflection
a pail of cool, clean water sits on the floor waiting for a reason to be spilled. its surface mirrors a single...
Remembrance
A fleet of paper lanterns slowly drift on an ink black tide and humbly cast their subtle, multicolored glow out on a...
in waves (i)
i. a steady roll of breakers crash against the beach. beneath a wax myrtle and just out of reach she lays on...