Love harbor, love heaven, love maternal, love beauty, love divine, spirit descended, heaven broken into pieces, pieces fashioned into beauty,
Words of spite in their wayward fl… From unconscious places to weeping… From dark holes to windy candles, From spiteful mouths to sensitive… From dark caves to iridescent stre…
Story in the Dawn In yonder skies at break of day, when the canopies are parted, when stories come into view, their brightly colored pages
From sources and cryptic hideaways… where life is an unseen force, where it moves without arms and le… but colossal wings and adhesive te… where aerial giants roam the busy…
One of my favorite musical compositions is Stravinsky’s “Firebird,” written for a ballet in 1910. I can imagine what it is about by listening to the music and letting it take me on a jo...
The top of the mountain looked like a colossal saint wreathed in silk as it pointed the way to heaven. As we stood at the base, I could imagine what a spectacular view it must be from ...
Poet scribes in obedience to the language of the spirits are the tr… sanctioned by the divine spirit in… that hover above and into the hear… They give them the words to write…
Winter’s vespers in mobile cathedr… That drift in the snow filled skie… Psalms of praise at season’s end, Mother Nature’s eternal blessings Wrapping up Winter’s silent litur…
The seasons rode in on the wings of fate and foiled my attempts to prolong them. My procrastinations smoothed over the devastation of truth that would have haunted me through my sleepl...
We of the brave and fearless sort, When our visions seem to be cut sh… When we stumble along the charted… We pick ourselves up, comes anothe… What is a storm but a prelude to a…
Melody, that tired old woman of mu… Wandering aimlessly from here to t… Looking for an avenue to the music… With an empty heart but progressiv… With an ear to hear the worn out p…
Chameleon forest of ever-changing… from white to green and all the ot… change from cooler nights and shor… to blend with the climate as it sw… Vibrant golden leaves to red and t…
North Winds North wind, cool my burning skin The fire has lasted too long there… Summer has wrapped me in her cradl… Prepared me for long suppers at he…
Gertrude my main girl who laughs at all my jokes, assembles her friends dressed up in brown coats. They roll on the floor
Expedition of the winds of the bor… the blanketing of the cold, cold skin of the hills, the shedding of the snows of the h… the teary eyes casting their sorro…
