Eight a.m. Grey skies, cool breeze just light enough to avoid a “Quiche Lorraine” kind of day The birds are oblivious to such concerns tweeting, twittering, and chirping away as they do The sounds of the creek though muffled by the thicket of green along…

No tricks No illusions No miracles No deception No sleight of hand No Houdini or Henning No mystical mumbo-jumbo No elaborate attempts at misdirection No sparkly filters or rose-coloured spectacles None of that When eyes meet, the connection is made— feelings sensed, warmth felt sometimes…

What was that Dream Virginia Carraway Stark What was that dream I woke up from That left me so soft and sad? What sorrow woke me From what shores of golden slumber To troubled waves of darkened distress? How glad I am to have that…

I am Such a strange phrase— two words, three letters They do not look like much but have much to say I am A declaration of existence often modified to suit I am An affirmative reply to questions of behaviour I am An admission of…