Hope Like a Feather -a poemhope like a feather landed on the sidewalks' concrete a trod, a glance by some passerby hope like a feather that was once part of me parted with, don't need it anymore to fly what happens to feathers that land? one day they always just disappear... See More »
We don't care about the titles, we care about the contentsReality (or more accurately the memory of it) is like a photograph,. The button clicks, The shutter closes. The light is pinned. And the image is etched. captured. Done. You own it (or at least that's the idea/hope). That glinting afternoon,... See More »
Blue MicromoonAnd in all rareness, the blue micromoon decided to peek through the gloomy clouds of May 31st. Its light, well-borrowed from sunlit rays, chose to shine through old wounds of what could've been, where it all lacked, why it went wrong— stopping the... See More »
What a Hoot!Ballad of the Screeching Potato by LadyGrace There once was a hoot owl named Clyde, Who was fearsome, smart and wide-eyed. But each time he would screech, He'd fall off out of reach And land in the pigpen outside. He'd hoot at the moon every... See More »
Casals & BachCasals performs Bach's G-Major Cello Solo at Abbaye Saint-Michel-de-Cuxa (1954) “Music is the divine way to tell beautiful, poetic things to the heart." (Pablo Casals) (1)
