Until the last day I will swing for the fences, tack hard into the wind, and climb to the top of each mountain,   Where surely there will be more. Until the last day I will hold my head high, stand tall, and drink the…

Antiquarians saw art in two dimensions,without perspective depth. Similarly the world around them. The earth can only be flat, they said. They sought confirmation in the Holy Word, and even the church blessed this notion. (Who were priests, after all, but men of only two…

(NOTE: I did not like the prompt given, so I wrote something different. It still needs a lot of work.)   Rejection   I All life is a rejection of what went before. We must grow and change. To stand still in one place is…

Anger. Rage. All around people training to fight or defend. Awkward martial arts. Beautiful faces, roiling with ego and fear. Beautiful bodies with angular limbs, exposing uncertainty in proportion to the size of their weapons. Brandishing arms of war with snarls of terror to frighten…

Life is a highway. Time is a river. Got the idea? Climb on! Elephants can fly (somewhere) We smell rain and something rotten in Denmark. We touch a nerve and embrace the wind. We see an ant and feel its bite. We taste love when…

Only yesterday we were orphans. Disconnected names on a tree of barren branches. Only empty limbs within reach. Arms too short, fingers too ignorant to find their way up to the lap she once offered, soft bread baked with love, the warm blanket of home…