- Details
- Written by Eric
- Category: Eric
- Hits: 2077
I have a hobby, carving wood. I love the feel of the wood and how the figure appears, gradually, under the touch of my knife. Often I don’t quite know what will result, but I have an image in my mind. Then I connect the image and the wood. Together the three of us produce the figure.
It might be a chain, or a ball in a cage. Perhaps it becomes an ice cream cone with two sloppy scoops on top. I even made a french fry, once. Or it could be a dolphin playing in the sea.
- Details
- Written by Eric
- Category: Eric
- Hits: 2233
The terrain is unfamiliar, even weird, as if I'm on another world. I know I'm not, but I have never been here. Perched on a rock outcrop, I survey my surroundings. A ridge of hills overlook a long valley. Most are higher than the one I'm on. Looking into the valley, I see a long, narrow lake surrounded by forest, though the shore is clear of brush. On the far side is a track, recently used, if not well-traveled. Some people are walking, flanking a slow-moving flat bed truck with side panels. I can't see what the truck carries, though the people seem to be guards: two in front, two on the sides, two behind, all armed.
- Details
- Written by Eric
- Category: Eric
- Hits: 2036
Black as night, quiet, slinking closer.
She is shy, so I don’t watch her.
She must be the one to decide.
Now behind me, to my left.
My gaze forward, as if unaware.
Casually reaching back,
Right hand low and palm up,
I wait.
- Details
- Written by Eric
- Category: Eric
- Hits: 2009
Decisions made in panic,
Often rash
Conditions overwhelming
Impossible to control
Yet some control is needed...
- Details
- Written by Eric
- Category: Eric
- Hits: 2115
I woke with a line in my head
It could not be escaped
“Walking through fields of green.”
Page 18 of 19
