In honor of my one year anniversary on wordpress today, I decided to repost my first poem and collage.
In living color,
Our story was centuries in the making,
Masters of ecstasy,
They are shamans,
Called by spirits to heal bodies, minds, and souls,
And their numbers are growing.
She has the power to change her world,
You have the power to help her do it.
The last renaissance man.
You have to be really kind of perversely skilled to go with the flow.
The price of beauty,
Art here is not only to be found in museums,
The eyes have it.
Some stars burn brighter than others,
Scenic byways, take a drive,
A goddess goes home.