My arms and legs were tied. The bindings bridled my imaginatio… My feet were glued to familiar gro… My envious home had copious window… I could see freedom leaping over t…

The Christmas Truce of 1914 was a brief, spontaneous cease-fire between British and German soldiers on Christmad Eve and Christmas Day during World War 1. The soldiers on opposite sides...

Down among the sunken ships, the furthest distance from heaven, out of touch with the swirling tem… fathoms under fathoms and beyond, the no man’s land of the macabre,

Lightening Look at my beautiful sky so incand… Peer into my chaotic home in the s… My passion moving from top to bott… Exceeding the outer limits of velo…

With my feet dangling above the clouds, my eyes fastened to their languor, their silky wings, their lazy drifting along,

Melody on air, sacred Psalms in the wind, drifting rivers above the clouds in the lazy skies, music in its melodic flowing

He received his PHD in music composition at Berkeley. He wrote a symphonic piece that was performed by the New York Philharmonic at Carnegie Hall and received a standing ovation. Ev...

High above and below mid sky in the lower heavens from up high where witches gather and conspire, congregations of satanic disciples… the clashing of the hot and cold,

Rain or shine, Clancy’s widow would be seen at 3:00 PM every day, visiting her husband’s grave at St. George’s Cemetery on the hill. The tombstone read, “Tom Clancy, born Nov 25, 1919 ...

To have no regrets is the ideal li… No painful memories to linger on, No wrongful decisions to wish to a… No guilt due to one’s evil doings, A life in complete accordance

When outer space was just and insp… A food for the poet’s heart and mi… A river flowing through the parche… An oasis of thought, creativity, a… A story written in breathtaking pr…

For the months of November and December, Mother Nature had blessed us with very little precipitation, warm air, and sunny skies. She had been a very kind mother to us all. Her tears we...

Melissa was a beautiful but sad young woman in her late thirties who had everything going for her, but she was extremely disturbed about something she had done in the past that bothered...

Aura, our Goddess of the wind, of summer softness, hovering above the meadow, saw me driving toward her field. After I went around a curve in the road, I witnessed her blowing the sweet...

Romance When language turned to liquid When the skies changed their color When life began its transformation When moderation became intoxicated