spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
I am dark shadows and tear-stained cheeks. I am bursting laughter and bruised hips. I am a brooding damp fog and twisted smiles. I am tormented memories and soft silk. I am covered in anguish and measured lines. I am tracing and repeating and… Continue Reading “It Is Enough”
stars cover my eyesblinking, energy flowing within, withoutthe watchers, in their way, mark the passageof memory, I reachhands lifted. eyes followspreading my mind wide, far-flungthese words, reveal cracksfrom above, you see how far they godeep and filling the expanseideas! art! creation! love and hope!intermingled… Continue Reading “Alone Together”
a leaf, red, lifts, stirs my imaginationautumn winds dance, then growing, railbitter and without boundarysomething prickles my cheekthe icy breath of winter waitslooking east, the sun hesitatesI smile, wrap my scarf tightera mere pause before the storm tara caribou | ©2022 all photos by… Continue Reading “A Mere Pause”
Every dusky evening I slip slip slip deeper, fuller, further, entrenched in your loveWarm hands on shimmering skinYour arms encircle, a ring of stars twirling tightening flowing around my waistI sighYou whisper, breathe across my neck, alabaster, I stretchWe fit together, beside, over and… Continue Reading “Entrenched”
She runs through the grass and the trees. Moss clings to her bare feet, the dew damp upon her skin. With ease, she dodges the branches and twigs which stretch out to snag her long flowing raven hair. She skips deftly over roots and… Continue Reading “Mother”
Art Consignments in Ninilchik, Alaska
Apologies for my apologies
Poetry by Charles Joseph
We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
Writer and Artist
a collection of short poetry from an autistic mind
Poetry, Photography, and Thoughts
The Lies in the Skies Exposed
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