Writerquake

Here is my dying Quaking Aspen tree Now age 20, dwarfed and smothered of light By a giant Coast Maple, there before its time. Once, it was a...

Ich komme aus meinen Schwingen heim  -by Rainier Maria Rilke I come home from the soaring in which I lost myself. I was song, and the...

Alone , young birdy Ich komme aus meinen Schwingen heim -by Rainier Maria Rilke I come home from the soaring in which I lost myself. ...

If not for the gray-haired man on the beach who stopped me to ask if my dog could have a biscuit — his eyes welling with tears over the...

Wind Moon, and Clouds by Cam Davis Ich komme aus meinen Schwingen heim -by Rainier Maria Rilke I come home from the soaring in wh...

For the moon Even if I could not see you Your glow would cool my mind. There you are, steadfast, at ease, Lighting the night, putting...

The separation from my blog since my last post in October 2015 is the longest I've had since creating Writerquake . Focus has been a mai...

Stillness by Michael Sprouse Ich komme aus meinen Schwingen heim -by Rainier Maria Rilke I come home from the soaring in which I lo...