It's Still Life

24 March page 45.1 It is the north wind. A north sinew. Earth delights in your bare feet, and wind plays in your hand and laughs. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. This is the start of new series of…

23 March page 45.1 You seek freedom in a chain when you could greet the sun and wind on your skin, and breath in the hand of life. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. This is the start of new…

22 March pg 43.1 You are restless as an anchor, or a wounded eye. Strike down walls made for the living. Put your door and windows in morning song, not the silence of night. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use.…

21 March pg 41.1 As if silken iron, it lulls you to sleep, into fragile thistle-down and then walks you into a garden. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. This is the start of new series of “remixed” Found Poetry…

20 March pg 40.3 In peace and quiet. Remembrance. A heart of wood. Green. Stone is the puppet in us. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. This is the start of new series of “remixed” Found Poetry sourced from the…

19 March page 40.2 Be a forest and meadow. Be valleys of green alleys. Come fragrances of earth, and from your fields be larger than desires.  Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. This is the start of new series of…

18 March page 40.1 Build your wilderness in the twilight, wander distant and alone, in a grove of stillness. Or on a hilltop. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. This is the start of new series of “remixed” Found Poetry…