this moment between

today exists between the regrets of yesterday and the worries of tomorrow that which may or may not await around the bend looms larger than that which is near at hand i am even after being so long on this journey unable to be present to the present out here in the coolness of a…

Found: Box of Trilogy

Imagine my joy at finding this somewhat nondescript box on my doorstep this evening. Why such happiness you ask? Well, let’s open it and see. Hmm. Looks like a stack of manuscripts from Staples Copy and Print nicely shrink-wrapped, which, after I pull the plastic, reveals . . . My trilogy, A Triad of Song!…

Three Metal Things (or Metaphors of Impotence)

I am a spent shell. You can still smell the powder on me if you are able to get close enough, though I am pretty good at holding folks at bay. I am empty, like a tin can with just enough soda in the bottom to be tempting and the pop top inside rattling around….

I too am dry

like you my friend i too am dry but the rains do come the choking dust from many tramping feet has left me mute but a wet morning greets my waking throat cords are watered and a song flows forth again

The Way of the Leaf 46 (Photos)

So I began this series of found photos quite a long time ago, probably during one fall when I was struck anew by the simple beauty of leaves. I have one rule and that is that I cannot pose the subject. Sometimes, by the time I have gotten my phone out to photograph, the wind…

Chapters

The day will come when you are reading the stuff of your life and you will divine there between the lines The Divine. You will turn the page. And in the rustling leaves, You will discover the person You have been striving to be Has been there all along. You have only to read and…