Seeker
Travel is the ask, so many questions – answers just fragments of truth. (Seeker first appeared here January of 2109. I resubmit it here for Reena’s Exploration Challenge #143: featured image.)
Read MorePassion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
Travel is the ask, so many questions – answers just fragments of truth. (Seeker first appeared here January of 2109. I resubmit it here for Reena’s Exploration Challenge #143: featured image.)
Read MoreTake me to the desert with mountains at our side; walk with me in shadows let nature be our guide. We’ll stroll amongst the cacti pay homage to the quails; take me to the desert, help me gather tales. The seasons are passing, we’re running out of time; take me to the desert; heal this […]
Read MoreAvoidance, we do it well – displace our selves to warmer climes choose a locale by the sea anoint sunshine as our power, and when the Ides of March arrive our restlessness stirs once more heat turns up and we escape – renewed drive leads to home’s door. (Dark Side of the Moon offers a […]
Read MoreTravel is the ask, so many questions – answers just fragments of truth. (Written for Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge: answer / question.)
Read MoreTake me to the desert with mountains at our side, walk with me in shadows, let nature be our guide We’ll stroll amongst the cacti, pay homage to the quails; take me to the desert help me gather tales The seasons are passing, we’re running out of time; take me to the desert to heal […]
Read MoreRain-drenched roads kick up blinding mist, Eight hours – construction, accidents, snarly traffic ignoring neon: Adjust speed for weather We arrive at five – multi-lanes jammed – Quick! Wrong lane! Merge right! Weary commuters – tourists a rush-hour pain – graciously acquiesce. Welcome to Ottawa. (Inspired by today’s road trip and written for dVerse’s quadrille: […]
Read MoreHe is the planner, planning routes and stops, measuring distances, researching particulars, focused on specifics I am the organizer, organizing a mass cull, distribution of worldly possessions to kids, goodwill, or garage sales He is the scheduler, scheduling maintenance, pre-departure inspections, double-checking mechanical I am the communicator, communicating itineraries answering emails, phone calls reassuring family […]
Read MoreFreedom is four hundred and fifty square feet of moveable tin, wheeling down the highway, destination unknown. It is long walks through exotic forests, where focus lasts only as long as it takes to capture an image. It is the privilege of sleeping and waking according to whim, routine an estranged concept. It is the […]
Read MoreHe drives; I sit armrests down blanket secured seatback reclined. We are trucker-high panoramic witnesses living a transformer life – retractable walls, 6 wheels bus-like we navigate destination discovery former stagnation distant – we are nomads, defying roots. He drives, and I sleep two old people undertaking a journey of impermanence thriving in each given […]
Read More“Morrell Nature Sanctuary” is a poem I wrote for the Story Circle Network’s poetry writing group. It is also my post today for my other blog (non-poetry, mostly non-fiction), One Woman’s Quest II. If interested, check it out. Just curious: Did you even know I had a second blog? Have a good day!
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