When you read a nice poem, somebody else’s poem, you become attuned to the words on the page. The language seems so rich, so beautiful, imagination making connections. You do need the reader as a collaborator. There could be other … Continue reading →
Two years ago, I sat, like many, watching the insurrection unfold on live television. I’d started out with the intention, like many, to watch this thing called the electoral college do its supposedly boring task and accomplish its part in … Continue reading →
And may hope stay with us in the new year: …the night-sky was still dim and pale. There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. … Continue reading →
Have things changed over the course of twenty-one years? Perhaps the edges are a little less jagged or surprising but it’s still there. We still remember that beautiful September morning, blue skies and all the promise of back to school … Continue reading →
Tip o’ the hat to James Gurney and his fine painting vlog: The grandest and simplest things contain worlds within worlds… seeing them is a metter of the right point of view, and your painter’s eye is the special portal … Continue reading →
Our imagination is the only limitation to what we can have in the future.
