The Two Betweens

Where the light is

Between the night and dawn,

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the sound of waking birds calls out and then responds across the view.

Not alone. But…

Waves meet the shore and slash against

the wooden pilings underneath some burdened boards.

A lonely chair sits, awaits its owner, cold and damp from dark’s scrutiny

Waits for mornings warmth and dissipation of night’s cold, unfriendly offering.


Where the light ispc harbor-

between the dawn and darkest night, the sounds of life grow dim

and sleep falls across the waters.

Waves rustle to the sand and tickle wooden pilings.

I watch my feathered friends hurry ‘cross the waters to their safety.

I envy. Then…

These splintered burdened boards hold me,

 I lay down and feel the breath of day breathe out.

 I let dark’s scrutiny cover me in hope

that morning’s light returns.


shelley rae bell







see what you see.

i refuse to live 

in your reality.


Cold metal in my palm

I take aim and hit the mark

create illusion,

play my part

and take pleasure in the form.


open eyes and see it all…

slain and yet denied

the coming fall.