Pushing sisters don’t know where, With arms and legs and lofted feet… Into space or inner currents They fly like birds and crazy ants… They sing a song of coconuts
Herbert the broadcast blues man of… lives in his house on Cherry Lane… too scared to come out of his rubb… in fear of the world caving in too… A victim of too much TV he is for…
For those who have fallen as the white wings of death have come to their bedside and spread their cushy wings around their lifeless bodies
Grandpa was out in the yard playing tag with his grand children. From the windows of the senior living apartments, many of the tenants were watching them with envy. After the kids wer...
A deep meditation on life, a look into the reason for living, the consecration of all religions, the pursuit of love, a philosophy to suit the findings…
An ode to botany’s sacred cycle, The season of its resurrection. The time for us to til the soil, The time for us to plant a seed, The time to look for the new life,
My highlight of last summer was on one still night, sitting upon a knoll while listening to a live symphony. As the fervent strings warmed my heart with their hidden beauty, I pondered...
The most joyful feelings are those where there has been an abundance of sorrow, and where God’s comfort has been accepted. What better way is there to value relief than to be in dire n...
When the lazy sky is colored in bl… And the sun chases ‘way the mornin… Not a cloud can be seen nor a stir… Until the dragons appear where pea… Broken away from their cages they…
Love in Transit New love, what am I to do? My mounted pride, how much to undo… Do you leave when I have nothing? My broken spirit among its offerin…
Soft water like silken arms in harmony to a mother’s lullaby, a drifting on a lazy river, an easy ride in a quiet sanctuary, a listening to the melodic birds,
One fine day, I arrived at the movie theater about two hours before the main feature was to begin. There was a bookstore nearby. I had some time to kill, so I went over to see if ther...
The slender fingers of Astria, Star-maiden and teary-eyed, and angels suffused in melodies stroking lovely strings of the har… sending vibrations hitherward,
Embryonic sound budding in the melodic heart and lovely mind, primal voices under the direction of divine grace,
The house was never the same as Vincent was rockin’ the joint with his guitar riffs. The band was smokin’ on that unforgettable night. The drummer was kickin’ the band into outer space....