Weekend Sky

May 28, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

A favourite drive. A place to breathe. Ric fell in the night again. He has been falling almost weekly since the New Year. Usually just scrapes and bruises but this time he broke two ribs. This doesn’t bode well going forward. I come to the river to catch my breath. For Weekend Sky

Art Therapy – Florals

May 26, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Leading up to my mother’s death, I locked myself away in the art room and painted with a fervour. Despite the darkness I was feeling, my paintings came out bright – a testament to her nature, I decided.

Adolescence

May 24, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Poem and image my own

Cloudscapes

May 22, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

A favourite topic of mine: What is the sky doing, today? Thanks Lens-Artists for offering this week’s challenge: cloudscapes

Porch and Deck

May 19, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

In honour of the season – outdoor living spaces. for Cee’s Midweek Madness Challenge: Pick a Topic from a photo.

Water

May 17, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Watercolour image mine.

A Mother’s Day Farewell

May 14, 2023.Reading time 2 minutes.

“Moments before she passed away, I asked my Mom if she had any words of wisdom to share with the world. She bit her bottom lip, shook her head, and replied: “No. I’m not that kind of person.” I disagree. Mom was both humble and wise. What she lacked for in words, she conveyed through […]

Serenity, Love, and Gratitude

May 12, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

The moods conveyed by these images. For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: moods

Acceptance holds discovery

May 10, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Industrial

May 7, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Industrial

Discord

Does illness have a voice,and if so; is it melancholy,or dark and dank, divulgingdeepest despair, or revealinga vileness of nature? Discord creeps along my veins,disrupts muscles, systems failingunder the oppression –“Stay strong,” friends counsel,cannot hear the gathering storm,feel the heaviness cloaking me. I am not myself, but then;who am I? Is disease a mutationof the […]

Save Us

Discharge the gun –protection a vesselthrough which our depthsare undefined…adrift Fear is a burrowerwears a false crownbirths losstrusts danger Hearts beg,amid this trigger-readinessfor a guardian – unafraidto court this meaningless Futility unchecked –to study productive optionsunimaginable in the current state of chaos on repeat. (Art my own)

I Am Willow

These bones, they saywill finish me – too brittleto withstand the race But I am Willowrecollection wispymy dance defiant Porous as a sea spongesoaking up each daymettle despite the rattle (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)