We need more images a chance to dream; imagination. we need time to think. *** we need to process too much running around we need to keep breathing.

Looking out over Phnom Penh, Watching over the rain again, Not chasing the gold, But the opportunities, two-fold, Could we stay one more span? Factor this into our plan? I see so many, Keep moving on after a one-year trip, I’m about to see my…

With my heart tucked into my pocket I flew into the massive city of San Francisco where petrified giants and delicious cacophony consumed me In that city I met beautiful women, with delicious skin, blonde hair,and blue eyes that pierced my soul When I wasn’t…

sometimes i wonder if anyone has actually seen me i know with obvious senses they have whether through sight, smell, taste or touch but have they SEEN me the parts that sometimes aren’t what they appear the parts they have to engage look for dust…

Dark,moist,rich soil From your fertility springs life Green,poking shoots erupt Seed coats sitting jauntily like hats upon cotyledons Seeking things to climb on and Warm, bright light to convert to energy

Music is such a delicate ‘weapon’, that it can help foes to make peace, that it gives wings to our dreams, that it brings people together.   Friends as well as foes share the concert hall, sharing a joy, a moment of grace. You do…

I spoke unto the great big tree Growing by the road to Infinity And when I asked for a true friend A clump of moss was all it had sent I tended the moss with water plain We had friendly chats in a casual vein And in time, there had grown…

  Blue, blue summer sky touched by rocky mountain peaks with blankets of green Breezes, constant and cooling Piled against the mountains; tall, taller, tallest sand dunes Sunshine and sharp-edged shadows Giant curving shadows ripple the dune field Mimicked in miniature in the creek bed Cold mountain snow-fed…

It’s my turn to speak and I’m beginning to sweat A quick read of my notes and I try not to fret I say something sweet to my aunts; they’re old. Thank the catering staff, my two grans, the Welsh fold. My parents in law…

The nights were almost unbearable the first week It was the quiet So quiet I measured time in heartbeats Listening for the telltale lub-dub; lub-dub… The dead do not suffer the silence In this new found void, I tumbled I learned to cherish that quiet,…