I have been writing in different forms professionally since I was 14. I have published many plays and long newspaper articles – but now that I am older I prefer the shorter forms, like poetry and photography. One thing I love about Red Bubble is that most of the contest themes involve, in some way, Nature and being in the moment. Our lives are only lived in those spaces that we inhabit fully and completely and openly.
I love capturing an experience either with my pen, with my camera, or as a director of theatre…
Life is short and lets enjoy it by firing both barrels in salute to the opportunity! Break the rules, forgive quickly, love truly, and never regret anything that made you feel complete!

  • Joined: January 2008

Journal

Who is an artist, as posed by Pilgrim

Art is not about how others JUDGE our work, but about how others EXPERIENCE our work. Aren’t we trying to capture how a sunset makes us feel, rather than capture the literal sunset before our eyes? If I’m watching a sunset with tears streaming down, are those tears because I’m seeing beauty, or because all too soon that beauty will be gone forever? Hopefully, my art will tel…
Posted about 10 years – 1 comments

A letter from one face to another...

I’ve lived through so many different phases in my life, sometimes I think if I’d seen the same sunset through all the many eyes I’ve looked out with – I’d never be able to describe it the same way twice. Just as clouds passing across the face of the moon at night change my vision of it, so my vision changes with the changing phases of both the moon and the sun, unti…
Posted over 10 years – 2 comments

NIGHT REFLECTION

NIGHT REFLECTION / Stars sparkle down across the sleeping city / Freeway headlights a pale pallid echo / Here and gone here and gone / The dark sky absorbs and reflects all the waves of nightness. / My dimming light is made more bearable by thoughts of you / That bring luminous memories from distant worlds / Beyond our reach for now for now / I hope to find and explore them again someday together…
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FISHING IN SNOWFLAKES

Snow on the river / Cold mayfly wings can’t open. / A banquet for trout. / Circles ring, ring, ring / Around rising sipping fish / In gluttons heaven. / Time around me stops / I raise my rod with care / Lost now in eternity / My feather fly floats / Along with a flotilla / Of natural bugs. / So many flies to choose, / The diners ignore my clone, / Eat only naturals. / I twitch the rod tip / My fl…
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