My Poetry and Prose Blogology
The Vanishing Point
“your digital virtual reality appears as real
or your living reality dissolves into ethers of the virtual…”
Open Borders
I thought this poem appropriate considering the turmoil and suffering in Ukraine beginning last evening.
(photo by Carma Evans)
Life in an Orogeny
“Let this then become our vision—not unlike the ancients, to use only a small, yet an essential portion of its natural and encumbered generosity which has provided for so many other countless and hidden forms of life.”
The Story of Water
“In the end—we find that any person or entity cannot own water; it can only be borrowed.”
A Shrinking Lake of Memories
“But when I look upon her—I still see an endless home. Perched on vast grey wings of the unconditional love of all life—a perfect grace of water, earth, and sky…”
Her Last Breath
“her soft skin is drying out
withered into bronze scales
beneath a fiery vacuous sun…”
The Bright Night
“So—how do we ever describe the solitudes of night
to a world with itching ears and pixelated eyes?”
