a path moves through hills
wandering slowly no thought
of destination
concealed in shadows
the darkness finds its way home
fog covers all signs
wave captured moonlight
hostage thoughts reflected in
gods shattered sunglasses
moon and cloud above
how distant the heart and soul
exiled from themselves
Born in Norman OK in 1951, jack has worked as a bus driver, bartender, warehouse lackey, freelance illustrator, laser animator, graphic designer, art director, and middle school art teacher. At the moment he is a potter and ceramic sculptor living in the North Georgia mountains with his wife and dog. He has had poems published in The Ravens Perch and Rats Ass Review.
