Brave black crow, I hear your call in the distance
as your wings wrap around the wind currents.
If only you could teach me how to fly.
Crow
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Beauty
There is beauty to be found
on the edges of decay.
Comfort
When I painted in art school, I got paint in my hair,
on my face and on my clothing. All these years later
placing my markers and brush on the counter,
I look down at my stained hands. Some things don’t
really change, and I take comfort in that.
A little to the right
Sometimes what blocks one’s vision
is the tendency to stand still.
Glance
A hardened woman,
so beautiful and perfect—
wears an empty,
alabaster glance.
Dreamcatcher
Catch my midnight visions
and keep them safe in your embrace.
Faces in objects:
Blue eye crying
Less is More
There was once a time when most believed
that people needed to own few material objects.
Somewhere along the way, this sensibility was lost.
Now we re-learn the lesson and move gently forward
into the echoing vacant malls of our collected conscience.
Desert Thorns
I can tell, by the way you look,
we would be great friends.
Blue Bridge
bridges are so hopeful
spanishwoods 