The mountains called and we went. Wildflowers are amazing this year.
Seven Angels flitted ‘round my brain as sweet butterflies of light might lighten my darkness in deep nights of existential despair. Seven Sisters of Pleiades suffer from the heavens of Taurus to salve the desire to return to my souls nakedness. Hyades comfort me as Athena protects me from Atlas’s shrugs holding this … Continue reading Seven Angels
I write because I have learned to love the process of involving myself in a fantasy that seems to unravel itself as I enter the words into my notebook or computer. I began writing free form poetry and journaling back in the 70s when I was in college after I had my first literature class … Continue reading Why I Write
How many continuous wars are needed to survive meaningless petulance for sad lives to have empty meaning?