New Mexico is on the verge of another “lockdown” and though I feel like there is a strange sense of freedom – somewhat – in the subversive joy that comesContinue readingOnce More Into The Breach, Dear Friends

I stopped writing, stopped putting pen to page; Stopped listening to the raindrops of my soul. Because – the paper was too bright, the ink was too dark, the contrastContinue readingI Stopped Writing Poetry

I walk along these empty trails And ask myself how I’ll prevail. A swollen sun sets far away Reflections on another day. Each blade of grass waves in the breezeContinue readingFields of Gold

    I am sad. I float inside a dull womb- Tears find their way into the Sapient cracks of my spine but The land is too dry here andContinue readingI am Sad

The darkness of this night Shines brighter than any day dream. Frozen fires replaced pastel skies; And the still, hollow eyes of coyotes Stare back at me from a star-filledContinue readingNight Shines

            I went to walk around a lake- I went to cry myself awake- The sky above was crimson light, I went to dull thisContinue readingThe Warmth of Grief

Sometimes, I need to be unknown. To scatter my own ashes on the breeze, Covering my trail, in secret woodlands, unmarked. I need to go where no one knows me,Continue readingWhere no One Knows Me

This site will be dedicated to my business, The One Who Sees Clearly Arts, and my various offerings: fine art, graphic design, creative writing, and photography.  I look forward toContinue readingThe One Who Sees Clearly Arts