Poem – Beneath the Surface, On the Edge
A follow-up to a previous post – Beneath the Surface What lies beneath the surface, the playground of...
Poem – Apathy
With an apathetic look in tired eyes he turned away from the edge, hundreds of feet above the...
Random 9/11 Thoughts
(1) A depth of feeling carried each day buried into the subconscious of each witness, born into each...
Poem – Memories
On the cusp between two worlds the fine edge we walk through each day. One world filled with...
The Glassmaker is…
calling to me. I guess I should back up from here. What is actually calling me, is me....
Fragment 1
I am awake and waiting to awake. This nature of being being within nature. Fog swallows the landscape...