Poetry

Poem: Burnt Almond Sky

It’s been a week now. Still surrounded by wildfires in Santa Barbara. The sky keeps changing colors. The sun,when visible, is an ominous red-orange. The mask that I wear still wraps tightly around my face. Smoke and ash are everywhere.

As the California fire keeps burning, so do my poems.

Freelance writer, poet, yogi and photographer from Santa Barbara, California. I write and take pictures about a variety of topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia, to my years as a family therapist, and finally to my soul-searching years in California. The things that move me may have a humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry, pictures and stories resonate with you.

8 comments on “Poem: Burnt Almond Sky

  1. So does the soul; keep burning, and churning, to pieces, and ashes and finally it succumbs, to the unearthly treaches..
    You’ve got that man! Well done 👍

  2. powerful piece, Mark.

  3. We lived in Ventura for many years. I am sorry for what has happened. Thoughts and prayers are being sent that direction.

  4. Awww…I hope things are back to normal now. Take care though. The smoke could cause many respiratory problems.

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