fire and furylike the world’s never -a bluff until .–Brent Logan (2017)
By a casket still
A man lingersBy a casket stillFilled with loveFor the womanInside.–Brent Logan (2017)
The Bustle in a House
The Bustle in a HouseThe Morning after DeathIs solemnest of industriesEnacted upon Earth — The Sweeping up the HeartAnd putting Love awayWe shall not want to use againUntil Eternity — Emily Dickinson The broom is still in my closet. I’m not ready just yet. Thanks to a couple of special friends who shared this poem…
Treasured memories of mom
Treasured memoriesFlow gently into the breachThat cannot be filled.–Brent Logan (March 22, 2017) Today I begin to learn how to live without my mom. This isn’t going to be easy. She was a special, spunky person and we are all better for having known and loved her. Rest in peace, mom.
Drifting through the voidReformed stellar-debrisBreeds an organic filmTwisting from the glareTo face eternity.Brent Logan (2016)
The sky was colorful this morning.
Happy Vernal Equinox!
equinoxrainsprinkles petals–Brent Logan (2016)
Before I get my focus. c[_]
Aqua, terra, aer Spark a seaside alchemy, Calming my nature. –Brent Logan (2016) This is day four of a week of nature photography.