~Mark Schutter ©2016
I posted the poem below in black text yesterday morning in a flurry of free-writing in the midst…
An uncomfortable familiarity, hangs heavy above.  Swirling mysteries rise, trapped forever between.          Memories; of what used to…
A throwback ink wash and crayon drawing that I completed many years ago. The sentiment still rings true,…
Treasure the memories and hold them close; look to the future and all it promises but live today….
Just this… in spite of the voices in our heads please let us remember that we must continue to,…
Thank you for the joy Thank you for the tears Thank you for the laughter Thank you for…
