Dissident’s Creative Curse


There are of course, many inclinations, I wanted to tackle first.

This idea alone?

A dissidents creative curse.


there is the task of dusting a night’s sleep away from the day’s dreaming…eyes.

Unannounced,  I had fits of  apprehension…when lingering over paw printed indentation in the turf.  

Bleached fresh, angelic distractions, communing with the earth.

I hold fast to a nearby neglected tree.

Scattered notions have set me free…

And, with little motivation, I am lost in the marvel over morning’s birth.

Traveling lightly nature’s daylight  announces… little girth.


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