I got the idea to write this after viewing the film, "A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood."
Sky and waters, angels and beasts, sky thickened, tempest anxious, glassy seas beneath the siting, black angels pacing, swooping down… fingers flailing, searching, cravi…
Thomas Monahan, the grandson of Mary Monahan, was a bright, handsome young lad who had a very serious problem. He couldn’t say no to anyone. He knew his way around electronics, mainly t...
Can anger really end? Can a reconciliation reach deep enough into the soul and prevent the anger from resurfacing again? Love and trust are extensions of the Hoy Spirit that lives thr...
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…
Dominating Forces She is a rare orchid hidden in the… Doves fly to her, their sanctuary… Her body is a statue of soft white… Every curve is a sea of velvet wav…
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
You have reached the East Side Doctor’s Clinic. Please say in the phone either Dr. Schmutz or Dr. Poopoo. “ “Oh no, not another one of those automated answering devices. I hope we can c...
Some Cupids don’t get it right. Some Cupids can’t see the light. Some Cupids don’t know how to fly… Some Cupids’ arrows go awry. Some match up fat ladies with skin…
Of your artistic shapes and moods, pictorial playground of the azure… lofted oceans and soft white waves… home of dreams and imagination, where riders ride on white stallio…
The Gift To woman for her I dance Showered with grace and elegance A peacemaker from all the rage The book of life she turns the pag…
Close to the sound I long to be where I can touch and feel the music’s pulse
Dolls and smiles and innocence, playtime and fantasies, of fantasy looking into the future… feeling it coming into being, little girls with glowing eyes
Comrades Forever In his eyes I saw myself Scared, nervous, and small To him, I, a strange beast Charging in from the wilds
On a cold damp night Faith in a warming voice Arrived at my doorstep Like the invisible wind Though I couldn’t see it
My hidden rivers with names I kno… transporting my life with the prop… flowing through my sensitive canal… with the power to determine my des… my fragile life at the mercy of it…