Where are we going away from? where does this lead? we come too far to turn back now will we fail or will we succeed the road seems pretty narrow and the way is even too but there has to be a detour some bumps…

Haibun…Murasaki   Carnation Purple Temporal color and form Pantone petals bright. First time smelling your sweet breath or is it the baby’s that you hold so dear? Your presence signals that all will be well, gracing my home when all is in order. You are a…

High above the city With my face pressed against the glass I watched the lights dance with the people, looking like rhythmical black specs jockeying for position on the gray pavement blew

He writes with his actions rising from his bed each morning grabbing his coffee before he confronts his computer screen Rising from his bed each morning he remembers a fragment of a dream confronts his computer screen and begins typing his intuition He remembers a…

walkway a waterfall’s whisper a glimmer of fishes a duck’s joyous landing a bobcat’s silent paws ©Ardelle Hollis Ray

Money is my friend, Money flows to me with no end. My life it is ready to mend; Come into reality my pretend. Money flows to me with no end! I am deserving, committing no sin. With visualization, reality from pretend; My birthright of riches, Universe…

When the moon rises high, like a celestial eye a voice rides upon the whipping wind, saying, “Let go, let go…change is coming. “Bend, bend…be like the wise Willow and not the stubborn Oak.” Before the witching hour, every heart and mind drifts to the…

Barely solid ground, bits of the walkway splinter and sway. Mired to the hip on the right, possibly bear bait on the lift. Will you still run when this path is your only choice?

Every day is filled with unplanned events Some are good, some are not We are forced to deal with each In the moment   Anxiety and depression Color each, making it bigger than it is It can be consuming And overwhelming   But one must…

Glass echoes Silent in shatters Windows of the soul Concrete opacity I step lightly onto a path Made from transparency Not quite willing to be seen But my soul visible If someone throws a stone Or an insult Or dares to walk too close  …