Tag Archives: #onlineart
Listening
~~~~~ Sitting on a bench by the library, listening to a man in an electric wheelchair Talking on the phone, much louder than he needs to, as if everyone in the city wants to hear him. I think the only one he’s listening to is himself. Though he responds to someone, a woman on the […]
Last Note ~ Toddler’s Song
~~~~~ Girl, 3, shoots, kills sister, 4, in NW Harris County, Houston TX–3/12/2023 One more bullet shot from one more gun. You are sure this must be all; the last one. Yet, once more death and once more pain. We watch it splatter another stupid stain. One more child becomes unable to reply. Is there […]
Not One Little Bit
~~~~~ Is life less or more difficult than we make it? Do our choices control how our days will go? Some say they know; but I think they fake it. Each life may be better, worse than we know. No matter, I guarantee, it keeps us on our toes. When it feels like all we […]
If We Are Lucky, We May Bleed
~~~~~ March is a confused time of both Winter and Spring, at least where I live. All four seasons may show off, anytime or any place we look. Only if we pay attention. How did I arrive here and now? I acted as a child, full of hope imagination. Oblivious to subtleties around me. Always […]
Only Time Knows
~~~~~ So sing, dance, cry, yell and scream until you are fully awake. Only time knows what that will mean ~~~~~ People Over Politics, World Over Wealth! Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength, Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment Unite the World! ~~~~~ See more of my creative offerings at: Philip Brent Harris Fine Art, […]
Out of Our Depth
~~~~~ What we know and what we think we know are often diametrically opposed, poles apart. Doesn’t matter if we are moving fast or slow. Whether near our journey’s end, at the start. Life now flashes by us in fifteen second clips, or flickering interludes fraught with emotion. As true connection through our fingers slips; […]
Another’s Dream
~~~~~ Themes of water and waiting Speak to me, beg to come out and play across every page. I must carefully protect them. Stains, tears, random sweat. What grace flows through me? Labors of love spiced by tears When I, another captures ink, flowing into Rorschach blots. They become different words than those I scribble […]
Thundering Falls
~~~~~ Water flows gently past you. The current is strong. Boaters glide by and leaves dot the surface, caught on tree roots, bushes, like swimmers stopping to rest. Then swimming on. Ripped away, flailing, spinning. Whirlpools briefly save them from thundering falls. ~~~~~ People Over Politics, World Over Wealth! Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength, […]
They Want Us to Believe
~~~~~ Step into your sacred sanctuary. Do you wonder where that lies? Our flickering blue god freed. Worshiped at home, not solely. Crouched in our living room to swear at us, show our children dirty pictures, to demand faith. Now, it is glued to our hand, a missel where we seek wisdom. A simple prayer […]
Anticipation in Silence
~~~~~ Deep into the night, rain, drums down on the roof, cascades from the eves. The water the only music in this dark, empty city. A lone woman, turns her collar up against the mist. Heels click streetlamp to streetlamp in vacant lanes, anticipating the city alive. ~~~~~ People Over Politics, World Over Wealth! Peace […]