We sing of time pouring forth • our tales and yours. Continue reading →
how will we find our way • back to daylight • except through dreams. Continue reading →
Everything’s a tool. (I really wanted this last line to be Code is Poetry apologies to WordPress) Continue reading →
today the crazies • asked questions without answers • or none they wanted. Continue reading →
I must have been paying attention all those years. I should probably try my hand at a really silly nursery rhyme but this is the one that lunch time brought Continue reading →
When we change the way we look at things, the things we look at change.
