Monday, September 9, 2019

River Mystique

Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.” 
― Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It




Sunday, August 25, 2019

Sun Has Fun

Sun carries a flying dog across the sky. 
 Flips to a flying bird. 
A cheetah races.
A twirl of paint brushes

After arraying the sky with color, the Sun dips into the sea.

Sunday, August 18, 2019