It was a hot summer day.

School was out as I walked through the

Field that hot summer day

With my B B gun.

I was good.  I could shoot the head off a

Wood match.  Life was simple and sweet.

My parents were loving and protective.

I had… Read full post »

The Summer breeze

Is in the trees

Making Love to the leaves.

Can't you hear them rustling.

Isn't it disgusting

Because I can't be with you.

The dogs of Love.

Nipping at my heels.

Chasing me.

Overtaking me.

And I fall, gloriously devoured

Once more.

     "I was on my way to one place but, wound up at another.  I had been there at least twice before, once for brunch and another to show him my paintings.  He always had a most eclectic grouping of people there.  They just dropped by.  His house is f… Read full post »

April 4,2009 I will celebrate 15 years of Sobriety. I did 9 months in a  recovery program beginning in 1994. This is a speech I wrote while there and delivered April 2, 1995.

     When I was a small child, in addition to Christmas and my birthday, another fascinating holiday… Read full post »

Love done.

Taste the wind in a butter Sun.

I wish the color matched smiles in the dark.

Touch my mind, feel my heart, hear the rush of summer candy.

I wish you loved me.

Chips falling.

My tears are Winter rain calling.

I smell carnival spinning golden strings called… Read full post »

My Love,

     I have done a lot of thought, reading, investigation, discussions and yes, prayer and meditation with  God.  Prayer is talking to God.  Meditation is listening to God.

     Angela Davis, the noted civil rights activist from t… Read full post »