Slowly, Slowly

It’s increasingly important these days for us to slow down. Too much of our life is spent rushing from one thing to the next, never stopping to smell the roses, to borrow a tired colloquialism. I’m even aware of that as I write, since I usually write 2-4 of these posts in a sitting at…

Like Filaments of Thought Drifting

My thoughts drift wild like spider’s silk in the wind, unburdened by fate or destiny, unhindered by apprehension, and unbound by rules of engagement. My eyes are wide, listening to the music of the sky and drinking deep of the symphony of the pines. The approach is near, the ascent beginning, the starter pistol fired….

My Dearest,

I want to be the moss on every branch, the dew on every leaf, the shimmering glint of sunlight in your hair and the reason you believe. That I for you, and you for me, and all the world apart, a glorious mess, bundled chaos, a life that I’ll call art. In grainy film and…

Bradburyesque

Ray Bradbury is probably one of my favorite authors. His way of putting thought together into ideas that build images is simply incredible. It never fails to amaze me when I read his short stories how much world he can build in so little time. In only a few sentences he can transport you to…

A Tale As Old As Time

As nights grow short, and evenings fade I think of you and the life we’d made. The plans we wrought and times we shared Early morn and late night stare I wonder what we could have been If time, cruel mistress, never said “Enough’s enough, it’s time to end” For love’s not one to hide…