As the storms rage here in the Pacific Northwest, my thoughts turn to the storms that rage in our lives. Remembering that this too shall pass and hope is no small thing.Legend becomes fact Truth is buried deep underground So the myth lives on ~Mark Schutter ©2015
My fears alone are prowling in the dark, their hungry eyes see and haunt me. Â An invisible storm…
my eyes burn from the brilliant intensity of the midday sun sitting in silence listening for answers that…
“What do you see? The blue sky is beginning to darken as night approaches and I watch you…
Dreams of dirt, and muddy yesterday’s. Mt. bike rides, and colorful memories. ~Mark Schutter ©2015 Where do you…
My 25 word memoir of grief. As I work on my full length memoir I have read several…
