Whither thunderstorm? •
Where dwells instability? •
The night most humid. Continue reading →
chasing rainbows home •
hills softened, pinkly glowing •
bright green of wet roads Continue reading →
…boogieing down to the Stones. Me. My Mother. Mind blown. Continue reading →
Coming down the stairs Surprised to hear the heat on A cool forty-eight. Rainy day and chill April says it’s not quite May For a few more days. Turn off the soft light And turn on the sharp edges Cold … Continue reading →
spring slipping out •
of the shadow of winter •
in spring’s shadow hid Continue reading →
I know of no more encouraging fact than the unquestionable ability of man to elevate his life by conscious endeavor.
