July–The Schooner

THE SCHOONER                                    I saw a schooner gliding through the bay carrying those who had never sailed before never smelled the fresh clean scent  of the wind crossing the bow never heard the lullaby of water rippling by the hull never felt the...

June–The Heron

THE HERON Always searching long fingers poised dagger beak pointed to the prey the heron creeping listening all intent on the elusive truth  

May Poem and Photography – Flowers On The Mountain

VIOLET FLOWERS ON THE MOUNTAIN I still have your picture on my fridge the one of you on the mountain picking violet flowers the one I took just before you left Every year it fades a little as the flowers on the mountain fade and die as my memory fades it’s almost gone...

Poem & Photography –

THE OPEN SKY Cities flash their lights temptingly promising exotic treats but all the while the walls close in without the open sky The mind is free to drift aloft to dream alone to fabricate while all the while the cares unfurl into the open sky Poem by WZ Nelson...

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