Hero Flow

Nature ever flows, stands never still.  Motion or change is her mode of existence. The poetic eye sees in Man the Brother of the River and in Woman the Sister of the River. Their life is always transition. Hard blockheads only drive nails all the time; forever . . . fixing. Heroes do not fix,… Read More

Silent Words

I long for a language of love and simple truths; where wrong words don’t exist. I long to begin a silent conversation with effortless words that find the person they were spoken for; on the tail of swirling breezes from a windless dream. I long for a time when words can be shared universally without… Read More

You Learn

After a while, you learn the subtle differences between holding a hand and chaining a soul, And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t mean security, And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises, And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes wide open with the grace of… Read More