Big Questions
In the mountains
the wind blows
on its way somewhere…
…a gnarled old cedar
grows from the rocks
its roots twisted deep
beneath its branches sits a man
scribbling big questions
in tattered pages…
Lines from The Night at My Throat by Brian Rihlmann [forthcoming from PonyOneDog Press]
and painting by artist by Carolyn Taylor
In the mountains
the wind blows
on its way somewhere…
…a gnarled old cedar
grows from the rocks
its roots twisted deep
beneath its branches sits a man
scribbling big questions
in tattered pages…
Lines from The Night at My Throat by Brian Rihlmann [forthcoming from PonyOneDog Press]
and painting by artist by Carolyn Taylor
