Unscripted

I like to see where things are going in unscripted conversations that entice people along on an explosive journey. These days, there’s an unlimited streaming of such dialogs to take part in but many meander aimlessly until a provocative and … Continue reading

Wrapped in the Wonder

The present is where all the good stuff resides. To live in the dream is to live in the knowing, to live in fear, frightens you out of present happiness and threatens all that could be taken. Live your dream.

Rowdy and Wild

Blood wants to be free flowing in the body.Would do anything to overpower the detriment against its will.Through infinite ways of love, it wells up, on mark for nullification. It’s beautifully high-spirited in these parts. And in an instant, it … Continue reading

Playing With Fire

Playing With Fire

Don’t play with her fire. She’ll take your ashes and make poetry out of them until your soul burns with regret. – Joseph Colombrita

Downhill Thrills

Downhill Thrills

Most pressing question of the early eve, is what hill will we attempt? Giddy with speed and downhill momentum anyone will do especially when typically on these November eves we would be bundled indoors dreaming of downhill thrills like these. … Continue reading

“Here come ol’ flattop, He come groovin’ up slowly”

“Here come ol’ flattop, He come groovin’ up slowly”

Tricked. I’ve caught onto your tricks,all of them,every single one. Undigested. Engorged,amplified.it’s the teeny,tinytediousnessthat leads to the grander,and eventually the grandiose. Unsettled. Tackle what you can along the way,it’s all coming together,amping up the fortitudemending up the fray. Called. Beguiled … Continue reading

Riddle Me This.

Riddle Me This.

I don’t have it all figured out; but I do know the next best step. I bet through the dense thicket beyond the path, some tiny creatures bound along from spongy mushroom top to spongy mushroom top with it all … Continue reading

It’s Gathering Season

It’s Gathering Season

Nothing says come hither like a ginormous lit up tree even if temperatures are floating above normal Fahrenheit degrees. For weeks this scene has been assembling even before kiddos decreed what ghoulish garments they would adorn themselves in. What the … Continue reading

Starry Starry Night

….paint your palette blue and greyLook out on a summer’s day with eyes that know the darkness in my soulShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffodilsCatch the breeze and the winter chills, in colors on the snowy … Continue reading

The Flick

It’s the flick, Giraffe has got it down. For certain he has the best mane, I would be flicking my coif like he’s doing if I were so endowed. He has a Fabio vibe going on, non?