Moving On
This is their place on the beach -open air, wood, glass, polished marble.She stares through waxen light into a sky …
Author Archives: Ronald E. Shields
Closing Time at the Museum #4
Today is a wish.A halfhearted promise of escapefrom the dark swan of ambition.From all the contrived hopes and desiresthat scaffold …
Unbearable Weight
It was the impossible indigo sky.It was the yellow dust of sunlight.It was the blank moonlight on her skin.It was …
On Viewing Sheeler
The Artist Looks at NatureIt carries the weight of perspective.The observer both central and oblique.At once precise and fanciful – …
3 Way Conversation
ShovelerA storm brews just out of reach.You clear a space for it.Open, solemn, awake to brevity.The in and out of …
24 hrs
DaybreakMorning lifts as the sun dials itself over the horizon.The usual suspects appear -coffee, meds, breakfast, Hell, Heaven, the point …
Private Life
Is there something between the lines?An answer, formula, or, the source of our regrets,that does not wish to be discovered?Sure, …
Sightlines
Today’s architecture is the skeleton for tomorrow’s skyline.It happens even as we cannot see it.Change, a quiet immensity,will one day …
The Remedy*
How much clarity is required?The light through the window tantalizes an answer,if I could but read the tattoo of its …
From Mystery Cave
Learned Too LateDon’t wait for it to happen,by then, it already has.Already, bones turned to dust,the ash of who I …
Poetry on the run 