There are two sides to every story. Even my own story. Probably every story I’ve ever told myself.
Tea Time
Tea brings Time to a crawl, its frantic pace resuming on noticing
Wheee!
Sliding down the banister of life is so much more fun than ambling down
Inkdreaming
the smell of ink is
intoxicating to me —
others may have wine
but I have poetry
Hear & Now
Music echoes rhythms of the universe
Music is audible time
Music is past meets present
Our heartbeats are the drums of life
We dance to life, not music
Party angels
Every time a champagne bottle pops, a party angel gets its wings.
Winter’ish
In Phoenix, Jack Frost doesn’t nip — he just tickles.
Voyages
A journal is a journey — our own personal passages of self.
Orkestrel
Birdsong: a branch of music.
Venerable
Autumn is Spring turned antique.
A lesson from clouds
they never stand still—
but they’re not
in a hurry either
Man vs Nature
Human nature is just about the only nature some people experience.
Sonoran seasons
Winter in Phoenix is springtime
Spring is summer askew
Summer is torturous hellfire
Autumn is summer part II