The Rough Stuff …


Water is casual as it drips – callous – and suggestive… It can be rough, flat, but never indifferent… Salient it is… Expressionless, remorseless, relentless. Unable to emote – A reflection of its environment – It sucks up color that surrounds it – Ripples with a transient speculation of direction suggested by the wind –…

Trees Without Bark


In Autumn- leaves fail … They drift away They fall and break And whisper ourselves apart- And become the grains of Winter- The assumption that gray is not a color becomes a narcotic slumber that forgives the advice from a younger heart- And urges forward- and onward- and hints that once upon a time- we…