I thought this would be fun, But the experience I’ll never forget. No socializing, just screens, It’s like we’re the tech. “Hello” from a distance, Or maybe on Zoom. Some say they’re used to it Because distance is what we do. Again...
Every day, every touch I clean and clean once more. From a simple spray to a full wash, I must stop this silent war. Step by step, follow the rules, 20 seconds or happy songs. I rinse and scrub my hands ’till done And now it isn’t so long. Time after time...
The mask is my shield, It’s a part of me. It clogs me up, And leaves my eyes to see. I despise wearing it, Although it’s a need. I must move on, Even if I want to recede. It is my protection, It helps me greatly I’m still thankful This is the way...
My Life has never been ‘the same’ – Because of you we met My love, my marvelous, my friend. You who came into my life Untamed, undressed and unafraid, Gathering the stars… You inspired light-up in my heart Movement in my limbs, Stillness of my soul. My Life has...
“I am weak, I am weary, I am worn” Traditional hymn Orange full moon stallsBack to the eastern horizon it fallsIn retrograde motionA dancing notion The western hill eats the moonThe eastern mountains greet the sunThank the good LordRetrograde motion has...
A celestial moon calls meTo an opening.A cauldronOf sea-sand and foam.Another riverUnder mild duress, but willing.From your legs of cypressA water baby,Born with kitchen wisdom. Will the water thatCarried us hereClaim us back againAs fish?Perhaps. Relationships ebb...
We’re at the end times now, with my father in law. He had an infection that has sapped his strength so much so that he can’t roll over in bed or sit up. He’s at home now, and the waiting game has begun. This is the third time, and hopefully the last, that I’ve been...
They sat together on the grainey grey rocks, only the space of her leaning hand between them, a hand twisted and gnarled, blue veins like tiny mountains erupting from the brown spotted surface of her skin. He reached out and put his hand over hers – a half sized...
Many hands: children, family, friends, lovers and neighbors – have manifest for me a life of wonderful. My library; one of hardship, good fortune and joyfulness. My journey; From wholeness…A seeker of wholeness. My words and images; Written or voiced, Rally to...
A look back at historical Creative Edge posts Originally posted in 1996 (Newsletter #25) by Donald Mathews I (recently) found myself looking for clues for personal life direction—my soul’s longing and my salvation. From experience as an artist, I know if I follow what...
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