
Pigment pen on paper
16 x 16 cm

There are no words to express this pain.
They touch the surface of it;
Graze and glance off.
“It’s not fair,” is the childish refrain
That strikes my heart,
Tries to open it,
And squeeze inside.
Continue reading “Back to the Heart”Gliding through shimmering mirrors
Passing reeds standing sentry.
Even slow speeds cause ripples,
But oh! What ripples!
Calm grace sliding by
Orange beak, white feathers
Flat against the back;
Continue reading “Natural Awe”

This life sings its own song,
If I let it.
Red velvet loosely covers my sins.
Loving is powerful,
Trapping and freeing.
Singing it sends me home.
I feel it rising,
Continue reading “This life sings its own song”

Where did it get lost?
That sense of who we are at the core.
Our creative selves.
Born into Capitalism, we had no chance to flourish,
Unless the values of competition, unlimited growth, profit were honed.
We are not mindless resources to be exploited.
We are human animals.
Continue reading “Reconciling Capitalism“