Looking downward, looking outward, yet still looking in Through lenses of perception we see this juxtaposition: The walls we build to guard ourselves from outside trap us in But to see the bigger picture leaves us naked and exposed So… Do we sacrifice greater understanding…

His eyes make my heart quiver with excitement His devilish grin sends my head spinning A touch from him shoots electricity through my body The chaos of butterflies has me feeling faint His devilish grin sends my head spinning His voice rumbles through my soul…

Brought to a lake six-thousand-feet up in the Colorado Rockies forty years have passed and I wonder if it is the altitude or the view repossessing my breath have found us goat-like on the move, jumping from rock-to-rock tempting foot-soaking fate or worse I would…

lost track i know there’ll be talk among the brotherhood lots of peppy upbeat talk (cos that the sort of eternally optimistic perpetually irritating numnuts they all are) of roads going ever on & journeys of a 1000 miles — but all it means to…

shimmering sunlight casts shadows between green leaves. butterflies darting among mauve clusters; vernal season emerging from grey wintertide.

Robert Frost wrote about the Road NOT Taken I won a first place reading it in a high school speech contest It is still one of my favorites. NOW..I will write about the ROAD I’ve TAKEN ************************************************ My sins piled up high as a mountain…

Every time I remembered us, I gazed up and was lost in the memories, when I saw, through our vivid photograph, us cuddle together across the glass panel window, trying hard to transfer heat because heater had broke down, over some cookies, hot drink and late…

Keepin’ on keepin’ on. Ninth panel:

they said that she was cold that it was impossible for someone to feel so little but she had never felt enough — that night she conducted so much heat she burned everything she touched

Vertigo   It’s always so much farther down than up and I constantly fight the urge to throw myself off the edge, into their beds, or into nude, all you can eat nonstop erotic cabarets.   Face first – always – not head first… I…