A follow up poem to “Lost Boy”
A poem about mountains, a man and a wide valley
Existence is complicated enough: work, family, friends, stress, fear, doubt, mindless distraction, food, anger, outrage, worry, Tuesdays, diets, workouts, the laundry…all these things capture our focus and blur the bigger picture. So what happens when we have the time to take it all in?
A poem By Accipiter G. Goshawk Warm Earthenware vaseLovingly Filled: dreams, secretsClosed: shyly exposed
An Espresso Tale By Accipiter G. Goshawk The story continues from where we left it in Part III… They had no notion of time. There was only the line, the lava flow and the endless wait. Somewhere up ahead – they had been told – was the person responsible for validation: only they could look … Continue reading World-moulder – Part IV