Poetry, Pictures & Noticings


When Colors Touch

When the colors touch and dash upward and outward

I feel alive

When the words don’t quite stand alone but bounce and jiggle their own meaning in the middle of mine, that’s where I breathe

When the breezes come strong, and fresh, and sudden, I finally calm into time

I slide out of the four walls and ceiling that hold so lightly

Ann Ward

Nulla lectus ante, consequat et ex eget, feugiat tincidunt metus.

Phyllis Bastien

Integer tempus, elit in laoreet posuere, lectus neque blandit dui, et placerat urna diam mattis orci.

Mark Mitchell

Suspendisse nec congue purus.