Tag: reflection

reflect

the backward lens
peering within and throughout
past weathered and faded masks
through airs and arrogance
all our faces of doubt…


co-writers

i wonder. . .

what kind of pen
is your preference?
need it be coil bound media
or indifference?

have you ever been writing
when i’ve been writing
or would that not have been
private enough?…


how deep the roots

i’ve never been a confident man.

i’m sure there’s some elaborate formula that would shed light on the hows and whys: this gene, coupled with that circumstance, those parents, that culture, those schools, those books, that trauma, that success, these friends, those choices, those actions, and that value… multiplied by this belief and that evidence, equals this man?…


you, knowing

you can imagine a thousand ways for life, or for them, to fail you. that’s what we’re told to expect. yet, in the quiet, penetrating silence, oh my. . ….


a day on earth

the forces of the universe support everyone, whether we like them, believe in them, despise them, fight them or love them….