Hair falling from her scalp
Like the fraid ends of a rope
Finally giving up.

Flesh peeling from her bones
Like a bright red apple
Being skinned.

Liquid pouring from her eyes
Like the angry summer clouds
Screaming for peace.

Fear twisting 'round her thoughts
Like rusted barbed wire "tattooed"
Inside a gnarled tree.

-ARI

I am drawn to the human subject.
It is people & their stories that interest me.
The explorer more than geography;
The ichthyologist.
Not his fish.
The ******-clod washed away.
Not the sea.
I am involved in mankind.
It is people who envelope me.
Who ring my bell, so to speak,
Tolls for me.

Feelings shall be heard dear
Passing from heart to head
Whispered gently between souls