So Great that I Don’t Speak

So Great that I Don’t Speak

Here we go; cold is here to stay. Just the right temps for icicle making and they aren’t dripping anytime soon. They’ve been hanging out for some time now. Since I have no control over their timeline, only my own, … Continue reading

The Fellowship of the Ring

The Fellowship of the Ring

“All that is gold does not glitter,Not all those who wander are lost;The old that is strong does not wither,Deep roots are not reached by the frost.From the ashes a fire shall be woken,A light from the shadows shall spring;Renewed … Continue reading

All Wound Up

All Wound Up

There’s a bit of an influx of sensitive and tightly wound-up types. I’m not sure why they are coming out of the woodworks now more than ever, must be something in the air. I’m keeping the windows and doors open … Continue reading

The Watering Hole

The Watering Hole

For where two or three gather in my name, there am I with them. – Matthew 18:20

I Bid You Well

I Bid You Well

In this decayed hole among the mountainsIn the faint moonlight, the grass is singingOver the tumbled graves, about the chapelThere is the empty chapel, only the wind’s homeit has no windows, and the door swingsdry bones can harm no one … Continue reading

Ready and Waiting

Ready and Waiting

There is a new kind of dreaming and we’re in it.

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

White Sky, White Peaks

White Sky, White Peaks

Look what we got today, not a whole lot but a significant amount to call it the first heavenly fall of the season. Light and breezy is how they all floated down. It’s a mixed emotion this first wintery wonderland, … Continue reading

Forming Letters

What do we do when we come across a glowing pink façade? We use it as a living canvass and spell out our name with our torso and limbs, twisting, torquing and stretching. It’s a good thing we are flexible, … Continue reading

If Only to Break from Rhyme

Down a rutted path, along dormant liana, beside the mucky river and near a bridge, I find stillness for the day. Within twenty to sixty seconds of exposure to nature heart rate slows, blood pressure drops, breathing regulates and brain … Continue reading