Prayer, by Arthur Roy Mitchell (c.1889-1977), A.R. Mitchell Museum, Trinidad, Colorado thank you for every morsel bittersweet for every fleeting foray into unimaginable bliss every lifetime of incalculable pain for the searing darkness and the...

Thank you, Alaya, for sending me this extraordinary youtube series! Just this morning, I was pining for the wonderful videos and music I used to post here, but some rural technological challenges have gotten in the way. If the entire series is as...

i always wanted to share with you the best of who i am reap and replenish the fruits of succulent succor i remained at the ready heart open door more than ajar while you cantered cantilevered your variant mutterings echoed like...

must we again be crammed like cattle in the birth canal? every vestige of the old clings and clutters like intoxicated flies of autumn that will not be swatted away they weave listlessly landing near to our noses and teasing with the momentarily...

Here we go with some more traditional, rhyming verse. A wise friend commented that the free-flowing muse shifted recently, bringing in a more structured energy all-around. Whatever the reason, it’s working for me. This piece seems a likely companion...