It’s Friday, People
It’s Friday, people, but Sunday’s comin’. Woke up in a haze, or a haz-mat suit made of twisted flannel sheets, …
It’s Friday, people, but Sunday’s comin’. Woke up in a haze, or a haz-mat suit made of twisted flannel sheets, …
My mountain neighbors loom steeply up from our valley, rugged and still. They do not snore as they sleep there, …
Trills and tremolos, chirps and warbles echo in the trees I see with closed eyes. Wind flirts with my ears …
Ants will visit every feast.If the potato salad has mustard and sweet pickles,I can put up with crawlers.And if I …
I love the light, but also when it goes to hide. The day’s too short for me to finish every …
I mean no harm, truly. But trees are cut down, shredded, so I may buy toilet paper. When I discard …
Well-loved night cradles each sun, rocks all beings in universal sleep. The all-pervading “I” sings of puissance and care, soft …
Let the children awake to the touch of sun and shadow. Let them sense the nearness of honest-to-goodness healing, and …