Category: writing

The Good People

So in Eagle Ridge Emergency, fell off my bike, may be my ribs, not my point. So went through the routine: check in, blood pressure check, answer questions, etc.  Anyway, busy, no chairs, so I found a place to stand.  The staff are patient…

Heaven’s Dance

of ice clinging to winging dust, fleeting in duration, immense in breadth gaze gravitates upward in repose each eye deduces its own horse, spider, swimmer according to each state of being mine own mind alights upon memories of ancient cave paintings of people’s long…

Playing around the Garage Band

Music has been in my life for a long time.  I picked up a guitar when I was 13 and love to still pick it up.  In college I took music, but found it just wasn’t my thing, I just didn’t have it.  It…

Heaven/Hell

it’s been, always, there an aspiration to fly, above Earth’s curve till azure, turns inky, till am able to palm the spheroid, till this ache, fear, isolation are but remote notions of those down there down there hell we’ve fashioned after clawing at one…

shape of truth

tides find solace in assured rhythms, tied to sister moon’s phases, yoked to Earth’s flight faithful to Sol’s lineage comes seasons, enlivening waking dormant seed, fevered rest, color eruption plummeting wintertide wailing echo, comes a being cast in culture, kindred, own potential to build…

Jagged Barrier

as a prairie child, westerly horizons, only on quiet, clear moments held faint, snow capped sentinels lighting my imagination dreams came, of monsters thick forests, isolation, telling conforming to my own sequester photo and poem © by DC Lessoway

Crossings

worn, aged, batter, weathered graying temples, lengthening shadows season’s stubborn aches bears apprehension in change’s progress solid, though it seems fluid, interim, provisional it lies in wait for a fateful battle photo and poem © by DC Lessoway