Hour Nineteen 3:45 Dizdain Form Will you hold my hand as time passes on, or will you let go and lead me to fall? Will you remain with me in breaking dawn, or will you balk and lead me to nightfall? Will you love above…

Hour Eighteen 3993 Sun-stroked gardens season stained carpets of variegated color- the clean scent of greenery and herbs a pleasant arousal to the senses. The Chickweeds gather in droves clucking away with banter cleaving to the Cleavers until Evening Primrose. Goats Rue the interruption while…

Hour 21 9/3/2023   “…By Any Other Name…”   The petals wither, fall and shiver – as each stem begins to slumber. Come tomorrow will awake and dance with their life anew.   Each garden echoes movement and song as birds preen, and mates abound….

Hour Seventeen I am convinced flies have genetic memory to the swatter- dashing through the air landing upon naked skin crawling a constant hum of buzzing afflicting my quiet. I pick up the swatter and the nerve-grinding melody ceases. I scan the room and cajole…

Hour Seventeen I am convinced flies have genetic memory to the swatter- dashing through the air landing upon naked skin crawling a constant hum of buzzing afflicting my quiet. I pick up the swatter and the nerve-grinding melody ceases. I scan the room and cajole…

Hour 20 9/3/2023   “Renaissance Fair…”   The Garb …hell yeah, ’tis the Garb and the “steel’ of yesteryear outside, inside heart and whim.   It means a different world earned respect and civility. Rule of Law and responsibility. Making with pride Living in the…

Hour Sixteen Sequestered away in fear like a deer in the headlights, wide-eyed at the atrocities of human nature. I once wore a misanthropic hat lined with burs of Burdock that clung to the scalp ripping out my hair in chunks. My experience with humankind…

Hour 19 9/3/2023   “Borne…”   What do you carry? Where, why… and it means?   I carry a life-worn stone… It “said” hi to me …from a box behind the vendor – that box was closed too, and when the vendor asked I told…

Hour 18 9/3/2023   “The Price Of Admission…”   Friends… mean more than a moment’s pause and careless laughter… more than a thought-full glance and the choice of left behind.   And yes, when we GO away life remains and people change and move on…

Hour Fifteen 11:11 I once had a friend named Bitterness whose caustic nature ate away at the very core of my being. Memories, a swampland I slogged through with years of mud caked to the tattered soul at my feet while Bitterness urged me toward…