Lost Poem of a Young Man
(He wrote so carelessly) You are the parched breath of my lonely desert And the sand that cuts like broken crystal And the blinding empyrean. The denizens of th...
(He wrote so carelessly) You are the parched breath of my lonely desert And the sand that cuts like broken crystal And the blinding empyrean. The denizens of th...
Each day is hard, my Love. Discomfited by fond memories. Remember when you laid your head on my lap As we watched The African Queen? I smoothed the strands of y...
A couple of shots inside the Indianapolis Public Library. The mosaic is from a building located near the library. Enjoy! Apparently, this is a thing. Consider i...
Here a couple of random pics of my kitties with the Buddha. The other one is the interior of a nifty little cafe call Ruth’s Cafe in Castleton, IN. Enjoy!...
I hear your name, The softness of it. In dark hours When I and my restless wandering Are breached by still waters. I see your face And follow it. Sense your lim...
That’s her. That is her. Time doesn’t spoil the spirit. It cracks the cocoon That is her body open. That’s her. That is her. The wind won̵...
I spent Saturday in Columbus, IN, and Sunday in Nashville, IN and Bloomington, IN. For a winter weekend, the weather was marvelously warm. I’m pleased to ...
And now I remember. It’s like the first breath. Past troubled lives. Over shards of painted idols roughly hewn By a dumb craftsman. I’m with you now...
Wash it all away. Into the quiet … Hush. I stand before my God. What else was I seeking?