ON THE WIND

ON THE WIND

Breathe the trees and breathe
the bushes and

breathe the flowers and herbs and spices—

Birth the mushrooms and birth the fungi—

Be a seed

a spore

on the wind.

Settle into a fold in the soil
or a crack or crevice in a weathered rock

or fallen log.

Be. Birth. Breathe.

© 2019 Troy's Work Table.

NIGHT

I'm awake.
I'm up.
In the middle of the night.
In the wee hours of the morning.
Seated on the couch.
In the quiet and still house.
Everyone else asleep.
Hibernating.
Dreaming.

I'm reading about schizophrenia.
Praying.
Reading poetry.
Thinking about the Divine.
Writing.

Waiting for sleep to come again.
To return to the dark.
The warmth of the bed.
To slumber.

TROY'S WORK TABLE

Troy's Work Table is now an actual location in space-time!

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For more than twelve years, Troy's Work Table has been a blog, a concept, a way of living, and an independent press. But it has never been a tangible, in-real-life worktable. Until now.

In the midst of my home library, I now have a place to sit and create, to paint and draw. I am no longer in exile, having to move from kitchen table to coffee table to lap desk to drawing board. I have a place to have all of my pens and inks at hand. I have a place to leave paintings while I'm working on them.

I now have a place to sit among my books, while I create art, and enjoy beer.

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Thank you to everyone who has supported my art and helped to make this next step a reality!