the ugly writers


I look into the river and see myself in reflection.
Colorfast but unstable, I move helplessly in it’s flow.
I am constantly being moved and changed,


Water Under The Bridge

Water Under The Bridge The Canadian canoe submerged as we got in too clumsily. The cushions brought thoughtfully for comfort were soaked along with everything else. Then we discovered that we were unable to coordinate our paddling so moving along the narrow canal in a straight line was impossible. Thus Read more…