poetry, prose, and photos scribed by Shirlee Sky Hoffman and others
The line is still tight taut,
the one I could not cross
You never know which ones will stick,
survive by burrowing deep
The cherry’s juice bled red across my hand,
my nail ripping boldly at the rot, a spongy darker spot.
Ahhh, the joy of old.
No straining or explaining
So many ways without warning
to die too young:
pimples are simple, eruptions on skin;
scars, complex relics, obscure origin.
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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