Shore to shore

The water came wave by rolling wave to take our love thus written into the endless sea for always.

Randy Crawford, you rock

Knocking out a blog at speed versus knocking a blog out of the ball park seemed to be the chief controversy.

Another ode to time

She might have felt dizzy, or had a fever that day, and felt unwell. In any case, the black man offered her his bed to lie on, and a book of poetry, by way of remedy.

Head space

It is hard to know for sure from which font they surge, what comes first—thoughts or feelings—or if they are conceived together, and always, or only sometimes, live in tandem. Hard to know where they reside once born, and why the me-ness of them is suddenly brimful at dawn as the last owl calls give... Continue Reading →

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