Haunted Tours I once saw the Aurora Borealis Tried to capture it, but it flitted away Now I search for my faithful camera Finding only incom...

Inception Embryo Bithiah's Assignment

...or the lack of both. This poem seems to demonstrate the lack. The > Language > Place Blog Carnival's theme this month is Indiv...

Still enjoying my new poetry book . Emily frequently wrote poetry about death. Relentless Grief Mother of Silence, father of Cold ...

my foot knows where to go though I’ve forgotten alighting each step with precision like a grasshopper descending the embankment ...

After reading many of Ashok's commentaries on Emily Dickinson's poetry , I've become very fond of her work. I bought this...

My friend, Yuko , is an artist in Japan who was affected by the recent disasters in Japan, and was just interviewed by the Arts NPO Aid prog...

I miss my home. All these pics were taken from my window there. My computer desk sat just inside looking out over my gardens. My window was ...

...and haven't been doing much blogging. It seems I've been in the mood for drawing mythological beings instead. This is a color pen...

Elaborate granular legends Continuously reshaped By elemental sculptors Of dead fish Bone and scale epitaph That one day rolls back To the s...

apocalyptic apparitions rain like ash on an otherwise clear day mushrooming delusional brain rash keeps contentment at bay boredom rolls in ...

I think they're somebody's pets, because you don't see this in an inner city neighborhood everyday. They wandered in while try...

"Is there no way out of the mind?" - Sylvia Plath outside the air is real and ascends in currents and streams unpolluted I breathe...

Trying out another form of poetry called Tyburn. It's supposed to be 6 lines with the specific syllable counts of 2,2,2,2,9, and 9 respe...

Some doodling in my sketchbook. I was going to do more to it, but drew a blank, pardon the pun. After I started drawing it, I decided it fit...

When we can get past seeing ourselves as victims, then we can release the anger and discover our true identity. anthropological ball marchin...

tired again though winter’s rest is over sun dried chill blows through a honeysuckle covered briar patch Respite cut short by an early droug...

prickly blossom view veils invading industry harsh spring survival oddly arid wind abates momentarily tenacious spring seized

For Six Sentence Sunday this week, I'm posting another part of the same story that I've been working on. [See the previous post for ...

Hi! I had such a wonderfully friendly response last week with the Six Sentence Sunday gang, that I'm back again this week. This is from...

Moon Music Road Rage