Burning snow
As I stood under the shower’s spray this evening, allowing the warm water to wash away the day’s dust and travel, I found that as the dirt left me, so did peace and security.
Category Archives: Creation
Lessons Learned?
A system is only as strong as its weakest link; make a nuclear containment structure (theoretically?) plane-proof and bomb-proof, still the generator sits outside… powered by fission, not fusion, its “steady state” is detonation, not stasis.
Orpheus
That’s why I sang these songs: the art of writing down my name might call up hers…
Outside In
Outside the wind has risen, and here away from town, and near the sea, it seems to have risen with no uncertain fury, so the joints and timbers of the old converted barn that I call home creak and crack (again) like a frail ship on a muscular sea.
They walk I follow
Some art is as trivial and ephemeral as our youth: its willful innocence soon outgrown, and without resentment, but with a kind and condescending turn of heart, to be dismissed as a passing, as a light distraction.
the days that passed him
He thought that what he made would decorate his days; instead (a rule of thumb) it was who he had become.
To Bring You Home
Then there was a little light, burned away what remained of the night…
my reflection in the photograph
Several years ago I was “improving” my photo collection, which had become a wobbling tower of kodachrome, balanced precariously
Building a True Home
… an assumption that holds us, often so deep inside that it seems to be the fabric of our lives
Our Sound
It’s not who she is that begs the lyric; not what he wants that’s the melody’s thread. Instead: when something stirs…
columns
One pillar was just within reach. Stretching her hand, the tips of her fingers ran over the smooth and the rough of the mosaic surface…
Rue
I turned to face the evening: she was there. Her arms a circle, cool November: mist. The light a fallen curtain; and her hair, a silken flicker turned to mask her face.