Oh what a power that is when you hold and press the power and volume buttons on your phone at the same time! Voila! A picture framed a moment so fleeting freezes on your screen for eternity or at least today’s abridged version of eternity…

Here on Maui The weather hasn’t made up its mind yet Some rain, some wind, Some stillness Clouds hang low With breaks of sky The ocean is flat The forecast is mildly hot The day says be ready for anything There will be surprises The…

I ntegers; almost every student’s nightmare! N ay! They’re not going anywhere T esting patience, tiring you out tirelessly “E ndgame am I!” Declare the integers G ear up! They are not so unsolvable E ncourage your grey cells to cram some rules R elax…

Hour – 6 Home Some go out to stay away for a while Some move out to amuse oneself But I just have one reason I go out so that I can admire my home a little more I leave for a while So that…

Wildflowers in her hair she lives her life without a care For her, I’d hang the moon Instead she would rather it be set free So I can sing her lullabies and poems by the sea.

Snapshot isn’t even a term anymore we don’t even take photographs everything is generic, staged ‘shot’ truth be told we don’t even use cameras But at the bottom of an ancient shoebox there is a snapshot of you, sitting on the front step of my…

Desolate is the small Southern town battleground for powerful men a warzone with their decision making buildings in disarray and crime out of control but at least we have a nice new stadium where boys edging CTE can crash into each other for momentary achievement…

Hour Seven: Shrunken Head It had belonged to a man, a warrior in the Andes who met his end among the headhunter tribes who lived there then. They sewed his eyes shut, closed his mouth with wooden splints, soaked his head in an herbal concoction…

have you ever had one of them days, one of them months? One of them years? the kind where you want to cry, but you can’t. you can’t express anything. Like your numb? An uncomfortable numbness. An empty feeling that weighs more than the mountains….

    Big Red   Our pond is a symphony of stories. Dug twenty feet from our home in the horse pasture that long before had been part of a forest.   I look across at the totem that Vic built in a piece of…