Intrigued by the unknown in our lives. Scraping off a thick patch of ice to see through, it seemed there would never be a way to leave. Posted in On the edge.

Wednesday, April 5, 2017. Sunday, January 1, 2017. Thursday, December 1, 2016.

Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks. Who sponsored and inspired the poem. A Brief History of Babel. To see the rest of the poem, click here. Only 18 poems to go! .

Doing the best I can with what I have. Originally posted on Praying for Eyebrowz. Him rescuing me from the side of a mountainteaching me to pee without unbuttoning.

At times, I can be so anal. Of course, the perfection I seek resides only in my mind. Writing poetry might be a whole lot easier if I could just ignore the compulsion to tweak a verse, a line or just a word. I might be more pleased with a revision, but the original version holds up fine under the light. Now, back to WordPress, formatted in one column.

Money bees herded and trucked. Into meadows, food gardens,. They call it a cat. A breeze shakes the leaves. And wings away into night. He sounded so much better.

Many Paths to Spiritual Wholeness. Reflection on Election, with Compassion.