It is like mist that hovers the ground then rises and gathers into cloud and falls down like rain. It becomes a gentle shower, or torrential downpour. Our choice. Our rain. © Roxi St. Clair



“The world breaks everyone, then some become strong at the broken places.”  — Ernest Hemingway Our lives do not go backward nor tarries with yesterday — for every wrinkled line is a road map of this journey — and every scar, a solemn decoration. It is perception that […]



My words come to life one by one — starting in the upper left-hand corner like the sail on a boat… drifting in no particular direction, until words greet verses like long lost lovers. © Roxi St. Clair


Shrink Wrap

We clothe ourselves in it, from the inside out, trying to keep it together. Protecting. Preserving. Preventing. Confining. Compressing. Constricting. Our path futile — from there to here, from then to now, potentials never to be fulfilled, lest we disrobe our perceptions. © Roxi St. Clair



I am simple — after all, I’m only dirt. See me spread over landscapes of forest, meadow, and farm. I nourish the wildflowers and warm the roots of all you eat. I am the clay so that you may build bricks and sculptures too. I am the place […]


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