The Old Man in the Mist
A lonely path through clouded memories his fading mind once sharp and clear, now lost in hazy fusion, time betrayed by hours no longer counted in his universe. Yet hesitantly …
Tag: aging
canvas on a warping frame
I didn’t know oil could crack. But new fissures open in sunflowers, gladiolas, the black and grey of the background. You smeared a soft white in the vase. It shines …
The Tracks of My Years
I feel like a crosstie beneath rusted rail, awaiting a weight that will never return. The years that I prospered are fall’s early burn and winter reminds me I’m fragile …
As Seen by the Heart
A true love knows no age, no bound’ries rise to fetter or confine the bloom that grows. A true love views the world through blinded eyes, discounting what it sees …
Buried Dreams
What I Hope In a half forgotten corner of a mind that’s lost its way, is she walking in a meadow, can she smell the new mown hay? Does she …