spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Sand grains massage our feet, Waves hit our ankles, toppling our sandcastles No, we’re not sad, but we’re definitely a little salty, Literally — our toes watered, sand-drenched-deep In the warmth of mother earth’s caress — Absorbing all that we can sea Past the… Continue Reading “Spirit Rift – Collaboration”
original artwork and the occasional rant
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
"When I am writing, I am trying to find out who I am..." --Maya Angelou
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