(2014)
It seems the only way to reach the mountain-top, is through the desert wasteland. It is only there that one might come to learn
The old man, who thinks he’s dying, approached me with these words. I am sorry
I have suffered much while upon this earth, so aching to belong. To whom, or what, or why?
The old priest gazes out upon his… each head bowed before the sacred… A scarred and broken bodied warrio… seeking inner peace and final abso… An elderly wealthy man of commerce…
My beloved, she has abandoned me. What’s left is a stark white canva… that repels application of hue or… Hopelessly, I gaze into the bleak… She is gone,
I commit myself to God; sometimes, not often. I believe in God; sometimes,
What lingers within me is ancient… prepared for the worst of all poss… No matter how deeply I rest while… it’s forever awake, coiled and rea… It seems to be from before there w…
Sweet Mary Jane bade me follow where she led. I went eagerly. She was my life’s one true love. All the others,
Why are you here ? Where did you come from ? Why have i been cursed with one so radiant and true ? There’s no time for your curious m…
I was addressed today in the secret silent language that everyone knows; except for me. It was assumed I’d know exactly
I’m not angry with you. I am hurting, and as usual, I don’t know why. I don’t know why I cry
I gaze down now upon the cracked and battered shell of the fearsome fiery dragon that once held me in her sway. It’s remarkable just how frail
“Don’t say anything!” spoke the shadow in the doorway. I was seven years of age. I lay limp upon the couch, still recovering from
Hello, can you see me here? Please, might you stop awhile. I am the one you pass by daily as you hurry homeward bound. I am that one who’s least of us.
For those who only know oasis it must be difficult to fathom another way of life beyond the wal… amidst the shifting dunes. Those that follow gypsy trails
