Up near where the heavens join the… In lofted oceans as white silhouet… Some say the clouds, but I say th… Playing in the air as long as heav… The cream of the skies at the top…

Melody on air, sacred Psalms in the wind, drifting rivers above the clouds in the lazy skies, music in its melodic flowing

The she of sorcery with glossy thighs and silken tresses, who walks but floats with her tender feet suspended, waving her rose scented wand

Passion boiling and running throug… Racing with the antelopes and purp… Burning up the words of romantic p… With nothing spoken and none compo… A love story up in flames by the r…

Poor old Fred: He was born on February 29, 1956, but he’s only 17 years old. He’s a teenage old geezer he is. Feb 29th only comes up every 4 years, but he has been alive for 68 years. H...

On the edge of the mysterious eart… with its eerie shadows and secret… echoing the language of the spirit… is the home of that drifting torch that burns through the day,

In our old age there comes a time When we can’t find the words to rh… With your assistance, you can sure… When we were young, we didn’t have… For young writers, words are easy…

Up ahead along the country road, Thru’ the clearing of Maple’s abo… Where the winding around a certain… Becomes my winding, my forestial f… Though it’s someone else’s, it’s a…

What a man is he, alright. He stands out in front of everybody including his place in the alphabet; from the Bs all the way to the Zs. His name, Aaron, earned him that distinction, but ...

The iron arms of tragedy, a paradox of strength and infirmit… builders and destroyers of charact… lodged inside the flesh and soul, the teeth of the hidden devil

The Birthing The Nightingale’s song has faded… Eastern skies full of pink pastels… Set to embark upon a westward move… With a new bright light across the…