Backstroke,
slow stroke,
Let’s Call a Moratorium and Enjoy
innocent snow flakes
form above, fall below;
we indulge them
Younger Men, Unaware
When I brazen gaze at younger men,
the silver of my hair protects me
poetry, prose, and photos scribed by Shirlee Sky Hoffman and others
When I brazen gaze at younger men,
the silver of my hair protects me
Words.
I got stuck in words,
Ice draped softly over a cable
like yak hair over its spine
You said no gifts,
so wedged in the wood
In this space, I will be directing you to new posts on SkyScribed.
Be sure to look at Others/British Columbia Friend for simply spectacular sunset photos. Some people just live in the midst of plenty! And while you’re in Others, please go to Links to Others to get to Matt Ponak’s album, Bridges of Song, available on bandcamp.com.
I’ve also added even more new photos to the Sunrises and Sunsets and Fauna categories in the Photos section of the site. Yes, I still know photos can’t actually be “scribed,” but the world can be framed, and that’s what I’m doing.
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