Go deep when you hit confusion, it is the world of Analysia where the open lands of the splurge look clear but under the surface, you can hear the lost people weeping blindly in the heavy mud. When they surface there is no void to take a breath. The tide…
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THE ANSWER IS, DON’T HESITATE, at door or path and garden gate, for out there lies, what’s drawing you, to warm your hands and tootsies through. MAKE NO MISTAKE – You are clear…
Necessity is the mother of artistic invention. Without pencil paper paint and…
There are rocks in my river, dry and pitted, waiting for rain…
Go deep when you hit confusion, it is the world of Analysia where the open lands of the splurge look clear but under the surface, you can hear the lost people weeping blindly in the…
THE ANSWER IS, DON’T HESITATE, at door or path and garden gate, for out there lies, what’s drawing you, to warm your hands and tootsies through. MAKE NO MISTAKE – You are clear in this to…
I have been free, like an up inspired leaf, floating on a breeze, flittering down, and lifted again. I have been free, in the silence of love when wrapped in a blanket, with warmth contained…
I took myself back to the dream of life, stretched far, its fingers waving in the wind, loose and without direction. I have miles to tread. Un-perturbed this journey beckons. I took myself back to…
There brings, on wave, an immortal sound, to walk on shells, some coral found. And in my hand I grasp at form, and I’m at one with ocean born. For not a whisper aimed at…
Spiderfly Poets from under the tree Sitting together all were there, draped in shadows from acacia branches. Africa is where they meet, where the afternoon sun wraps its comforting rays around all who ask their…
There are rocks in my river, dry and pitted, waiting for rain like old grandmothers waiting for the changing of seasons. Wiping their hands on faded aprons after peeling apples, bagging them and putting them…
this nonsense has been so absurd remember the yellow fluffy bird the one that led a merry dance and then for two months went to France. the hatter stuck his stick in the ground and…
