You and I

featured in the poetry forum June 12, 2013  :: 0 comments

You, the troubadour
orbit away from yesterday
I – a mistress to memories
Hold a pen to life
You squeeze tubes of color on
the bare canvas of tomorrow
I remember the palette in verse

editors note:

A poet chronicles a painter’s conquests; brings new meaning to “kiss and tell.” – mh

The Cherokee Log of Time

October 7, 2012  :: 0 comments

The Cherokee son was wondering where to go next when a thundering surge of water hit him full force. Pushed backwards, he was knocked to his knees. Before he could know what hit him, the waters rushed on him again. This time, he fell flat out on his back with waters splashing around to over him, ‘as though I am …

A Wild Gallop Across The Heavens

May 5, 2012  :: 0 comments

Through a hollow darkness, the Cherokee son traveled. He looked up to see a moon riding the skies and stars, galloping across the heavens. Carrying the searching song of his soul, he journeyed until he came to a mountain that he looked through to see another world beckoning him; this was the world that held the spirits of all things. …

Battles Into Sunset

April 19, 2011  :: 0 comments

He crossed over the bridge to walk into the underbrush. Grasses and shrubs, small trees and mosses were sitting motionless even as they shone in the rain shadows. The Cherokee son kept his eyes to the ground searching … until he found what he was looking for; a fat log on which to sit. He plopped down on it with …