new old older


young green leaves, rooted into
rough hewn stump, anchored upon
rich forest soil, draped across
cragged heavy stone, wedged along
ancient sweeping mountains, jutting from
shifting geological faults, slipping around
revolving green orb, floating in
vast mysterious universe

– bardo

I have reserved some space on this blog each week to be creative, and to post some fiction,ย poetry, art or prose. Writing a daily blog could easily get repetitive and turn into driveling updates. Instead,ย Wordy Wednesdaysย give me a bit of a creative nudge when inspiration strikes.