Lurking behind every door are ghosts from a shadowy past, eager to be translated to a dubious present. Impregnated in genes are the memories of these ghosts, split second DNA, with desire housing the delicate substance quoting life. Stupid am I to allow others' memories, lurking in my fresh Being to suck life out of…

  Woman of the Earth, you are loved. You gather the fruits of your labors to your bosom and feed the children. You’ve inched your way along the dusty path with back bent in great fatigue and cultivated the rows yielding wise fruit. You would feed out of your mouth, those you think hungry and…

My thoughts rove the ethers like a magnet pulling like thoughts to themselves. The excitement rumbles through my belly while heart accelerates its beat forcing my blood to course through my body, drunkenly. Heady stuffs to know that mine is thought matched by invisible minds. I swim in conscious waters resembling earthstone. Pulsating, yearning, I…

I saw them, leaning against the rail with grey curls circling their faces. They were in animated conversation. Their eyes were glued to the waters, I think. The wind blew their housedresses about their knees. Frowns and furrows made ridges on their foreheads. They giggled with laughter. Not out of the ordinary, you say. Certainly…

Rendering itself useless now, the elements of Nature first borned by Man to work for him have gone rabid. But in wisdom still, the moon continues to pull the oceans by great force and gently lays the rolling waves on windswept sand, clearing man’s debris. The wind if amortized, would harness its power to push…

It is a time past the time of talk, past the time of argues. There is a time of silence, a shared silence; a time to accept, a time to simply slip into old slippers and Be. No matter the world, this time is ours. Maybe not to fill all the empty spaces but given…

I say that David took the hands off my clocks. It was the greatest gift he could give me. I tire of running my life with a large hand and a small hand. No time for this, hurry for that.   Do this now, do that before. I hate it.   With a passion. I want to…

I am in a January which thinks it is an April. I fully expect to see the rose in bloom and perhaps it is. In my mind I have transplanted the marigolds and set the annuals in their proper places. In my part of the world I awake. It is dawn and I prepare for…

May the winter sun warm you and the winter moon house your heart. May the world set the stage for your dreams. And may love choreograph your life. Look up! With these the New Year will be rich.

The moon assists the drama heralding the arrival of the event locked within memory. A place, deep within time’s measure nudges from familiar territories the clockwise turn of events. Incense, sweet hay, pungent holly, sweeping palms, evergreen. The eye follows the moon rays to find the final beam lodged in our heart. The ear strains…