Written

She's been there
in the still and dark
where memories didn't go

in that hiding place
where the pen of night
black and cold

wrote that
love is but a scar.




Green Bayou, original watercolor

Inheritance of the Wind

On the night of a thousand owls
bamboo tongues snake to the sky
across the ribbon of empty

a wide wink of moon sings out
future circles the drain
finding no one at home.

Wind sweeps up the absent.

pen and ink with watercolor by Sue

Echoes from Tomorrow

Tagged by a developer's ax,
moving like a celeritous tune,
black cedars slide from hillsides
beneath a graphite tinted sky.
Nothing slows the stride of time
and none can stop the wind.







digitally manipulated forest photo - sue

Nobody's There

Night falls simply in its time

silent stars glance down

Nobody's there but spirits teem

quiet spills a song

in that secret place

Nobody's there yet spirit teems

far from city lights

far away from noise

across the lake in that hushed place

cedars brush a softened hum

tiny waves lave the shore

Nobody's there but spirits teem.