Woodland Solitude

Sometimes I feel so very out of place That even my shadow leaves me behind, Alone with ideas that put up the chase, Running through the walls that keep me confined.   So I’ll take a walk in rain and quiet To where the trees make it safer to ink. I’ll get lost in leaves,…

Absent

I feel absent from myself- As is a writer’s nature To live under the illusion of solitude, Being overly attracted to words, And believing in the necessity of art.