Standing in the Backyard of Childhood
The dirt. The stars. Nearing midnight in late summer. A glimpse, fleeting thought, of that person I was....
Poem – Winter Dreams
Submerged in the depths of winter, the land beneath layers of ice, and the pond a giant glass...
Poem – A Childhood in Retrospect
Shifting through photos I feel no connection, no recognition to the person with time and years ahead of...
Words and Actions – Revisited for 04/18/17
Rugged facial features and expressions, like that of mountain men in history books and legends standing atop the...
Home is our True Being
Home is not just where you live and return each evening. Home is that place we hold close...
Poem – Dreams
Children in the summer Chasing dogs through Fields open to the big sun. Thoughts free of burden Free...
Words and Actions – Revisited for 04/18/15
Back in 2009, I had a short story published at Whispering Angel Books about my grandfather. It was...
Poem – The First Flake
The child’s nose leaves prints on the glass kitchen window overlooking the apple tree. Wide-eyed, determined, safe –...
Signs, Direction, and Another Room
The lead-up to decisions, where the result impacts many people and is one of those moments where life...
Thoughts on the Empty Field
I have written a bit about the concept of an empty field and what this means spiritually, mentally,...
From a Puppy
We brought Leroy home in early 2011, shortly after I returned from Alaska. I was apprehensive of bringing...
A Boy and His Dog
Childhood memories of running through the yard, of dirt being kicked up, of throwing a ball and a...
Essay – Influence
An entire lifetime spanning so many years, is divided into smaller lifetimes, or books. These books of our...
Poem for Northography – Tag
A response to the most recent writing prompt at Northography. http://www.northography.com/responses.php?stimulus_id=289 I returned to the fields of the childhood...
Today’s Music and Jackson Pollock
Today, a beautiful sunny day, is brought to you by “State of Trance”, mixed by Alexander Popov. Something...