hidden, midst subdivision’s sprawl, mingling stones scoured by yammering brook a peaceful place photo and poem © DC Lessoway
salt stained boards long ago trod, in joy, fused with music laughter leading to love’s caper in summer’s night dream photo and poem © DC Lessoway
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…
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…
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…
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…
