Monthly Archives: March 2016

The fireworks of fire flies, glowing in the dark, flashes quickly fading. We sit in our rockers on the screened porch, holding hands on the arm rests as we rock the evening away. Some times, I see myself at thirteen, … Continue reading →

Please! Delete me! Tap the key. For I don’t E-Mail any more. To live on Face-Book, such a din!!! Delete me and let me use my pen.

I wish I might squeeze behind your eyes so I can see the Thou you see when you look at me. I Think I am that Thou you see but I’d like to know if what you see is the … Continue reading →

Any time epifiany gets organized, it gets sterilized, it gets paralized proponents, canonized, the event gets deified, outsiders, demonized. I proclaim, “Move on! run head on into other gods, become friends with them, then get down on your knees, pray … Continue reading →

“I’ve written all that needs to be written. I’ve said all that needs saying. I’ve always said and written Truth, even when I’ve prevaricated. My stories are grander, more important, than everyones except Solomon’s. No one surpasses Eccleasties in Wisdom … Continue reading →

Lacey, hazy sunlight lit silken maze where lovers wander, wondering fingers reach for the touch of the one. Souls are woven together in fairy dreams where all are awake, senses sparkle in morning dew, midnight moons rays, foils for warm … Continue reading →

I ran to Grammy Genevieve because, reading of Margret Fuller and the Dial, I learned she’d found no flesh on those “oversouled” philosophers she edited and I had found no soul in that knuckle dragging linebacker who’d been tackling me … Continue reading →

Atticus warned us. It is a sin, their beautiful songs and so on… But what about theft? Pirating the robins tune, the wrens, the cardinals. The white suited lawyer should have known better. What original opus has that thieving bird … Continue reading →

Oh! We are tenacious here at Aloha Acres, Hawaiian themed senior citizen parking spot in the Hudson Valley. We have our own community association, our president, eighty two, (imagine!) hot rodding around on her golf cart, passing out the news … Continue reading →

Well, it’s not a trailer park, really. Oh? Really? It’s a retired-senior-citizen-mobil-home-village-rest-stop before the stumbles, the hip surgery, leading to the Windy Willows Rest Home. It’s serious about the SENIOR thing. You can’t live here unless you’re over 60. And, … Continue reading →