Full Blown Romance.

Full Blown Romance.

This morning, with her, having coffee – Johnny Cash when asked for his description of paradise. All the work that matters is for moments like these found in the simplest of our twinkling flashes between beings. Take time to create … Continue reading

And the Coif?

There’s no doubt nature does a body good, but what can it do for the coif? Apparently, it rubs off on our hairdo as well. Rounded and tightly coiled and oh so magnificent! Who wore it best, girlfriend or the … Continue reading

Paid in Full,

Paid in Full,

debt that stood against us. Hallelujah! It’s a shifting season, the one that breathes new life with a gust that can blow us away if we allow. The taste of transformation looms as the temps continue to plunge and the … Continue reading

A Silent Serenade

A Silent Serenade

In a prized journal, creative spirit sketched in squiggling curves and crafted words.On this eve, crimson tinted eggs ready for Sunday’s cracking.Upon a thawing terra, bare feet sensing the metaphysics of electromagnetic creation.In our hearts, a longing for the unplotting … Continue reading

Calling All Devotees

Calling All Devotees

Calling all Devotees Shoes buy a lot of omertà, apparently.So do private rooms, fine dining and twinkling bijoux.For the pomposity can only go so far,when the fragrance from the heart is fetidand the stars above shoot off more feverish copper … Continue reading

I Gave It a Good Try, Didn’t I?

I Gave It a Good Try, Didn’t I?

No longer can I compromise for the sake of hollow promises. To think I turned the better parts of me inside out—my heart, my spirit and my mind all for the sake of the make-believe you so frantically keep alive, … Continue reading

Rockin’ Robin

She’s still at it. Pecking away to the tune of her own brilliance. Still can’t figure out, a week into it, if she’s vocal about something or simply singing to her own melody and worshipping no one or anything other … Continue reading

Make the Ordinary

Extra-Ordinary!

Before

Before

I was going to title this eschaton or the last state of man, but I don’t want anyone to get the wrong impression as I see and feel the counterpart as the life after, the dream state, the when and … Continue reading

Still Searching

Around this time of year by way of its crisp and frosty air, carrying with it hints of citrusy aromatic Douglas fir and the woodsy vapors of rosemary on melting fat of a leg of lamb, I don’t feel like … Continue reading