Awfully abstract
It does look like a painting
Those photographs lie
Those Photographs Lie
Tag: Poetry
Discarded
As ghosts tread lightly
Around the fallen flowers
They respect the dead
Pink Dragon At Dawn
Stopped in the wee hours
Empty streets with traffic lights
Pink dragon at dawn
Streaks
Early morning light
Clouds streaked by left dawn behind
Moon frolicked in clouds
Ninety-Nine Percent
Yet another full moon.
Three nights in a row
Full moon all over again
Ninety-nine percent
Sunset
Unknown And Unnamed
Unknown and unnamed
Under dry clouds and parched earth
The dead thirst for life
August Sturgeon Supermoon
UFO?
Sunset
Photos in the night
It appeared out of nowhere
Shot into Heaven
Ghost Moon
Phantom moon rises
Ghostly gases shine through clouds
Surfing on the wind
Fooling Us Again
Death’s attractive spin
The art of mental illness
Fooling us again
No Going Back
If angels dare tread
Fallen, sent, or otherwise
There’s no going back
Hollyhocks
Lily
This California Root Borer Beetle wanted to hang out in the house with us, but I was afraid we would step on him. He was not happy about me putting him back outside. He said, “But the Angels get to stay!” He had a point.
Off Center & Not Even 