Mirrors and Chains

My head hangs a little as I look down at the dark ground. The first thing I notice is fog curling at the edges of a mirror in front of me, reflecting my old faux-leather combat boots. Behind that small one sitting on the ground, is a floor length mirror reflecting all of me. BesideContinue reading “Mirrors and Chains”

Finding Beauty in the Frost: a poem

Glittering threads,frozen spider websThe fine details of life are made evident on a snow-fallen day. A once invisible breathescaping from lipsbecomes a cloud of warmthpuffing away.  The moon herselfnever shines so bright,like a sunlit night,than when she hangs full atop a winter’s land. The glory of sun raysmay be hidden beneath blankets of gray,whilst the heat lingersContinue reading “Finding Beauty in the Frost: a poem”

The Redeemed Tragedy of the Cellist

From side to side she sweeps her bow across the strings. Eyes closed, lips pressed, shoulders hunched forward, and body pulled with the vibrant tug of the melody. She is gripped by the music. Lost, and yet utterly found. This is her place. Here in this creative space, pouring into her cello words that couldContinue reading “The Redeemed Tragedy of the Cellist”