• The image is of three kayakers paddling along a river

    paddling in time, tracing tranquility’s lines.  rowing upstream,  or flowing downstream– no matter.  time floats in no direction. time hears no commands. time flies in the sky. time is ...
  • The image is of a long white glacier on top of the Rocky Mountains, high above the alpine trees.

      Before I could feel my fever rising.My head was screaming,and I was freezing-despite global warming. Sharp sheets of rainswept through my fuzzy brain,with ...
  • There are two images, one is of my open suitcase in the process of being packed, and the other image is of my doggie Frankie sitting in the suitcase, "Can I come too"?

    I’m feeling like a fish out of water,But not a lamb to the slaughter.A seasoned traveler, I am not-I’m a bundle of nervous knots. ...
  • The image is of a shimmering puddle on a concrete path, which is mirroring the sky above

    Nature’s ponds--small catchmentsin the concrete path,deep enoughto hold shimmering puddles:nature’s watery mirrors. Reflectionsof a worldjust beyondthe mind’s eye line-a mirage that persists,without resistance. Editor: ...
  • The image is of a picturesque blue bay with a pier or causeway

    I hear words about when and where,But is the answer out there?  Words without guidelines, A sign of the times, Between the landminesAnd the fallen pines. ...
  • The image is of a flat tree lined horizon under a clear blue sky

    NowWalking before crawlingTalking without thinkingSwimming and sinkingRunning but not finishingClimbing without ascending ThenFalling through the horizonDisappearing into oblivion Editor: Erynn Crittenden
  • The image is of an old tree, that looks bare and sad under a cold and cloudy sky

    I remember being a weeping treeI am writing words for everyone to see.I am writing a song for a soul unconsoledAnd singing about my ...
  • The image is of my wife, Carole, on wedding night, with confetti on her hair

    Sorry for life’s catastropheMy mission fell into the seaThere, lost in a world without sails-I could not find your holy grail Our fairy tale ...
  • The image is of nostalgic photos hanging on a wall

    Dusty photos hang on the wallsWhere reality’s silhouette calls Her spinning wheel, her smile, and her soft handsThey were there first, where the hourglass ...
  • The image is of the midday sky, with a half-moon

    Halfway through the dayI was neither half asleepNor half awake Fragments of midnightFloated in my half-empty coffeeWhen the midday sunBisected the middleOf my imaginary ...