I remember the late spring and early summer days of clear blue skies with their wispy white clouds hanging, seeming still. The light, warm breezes, carrying the scents of nature and pleasant days. Work and worries forgotten in the afternoon wonders of Nature. Sitting on the old wood bench my Daddy made all those years [...]
January 7th, 200 I read an interesting column by Al Martinez commenting on a poet and whether poets should be “accepted” merely because they produce ‘art’. Of course, Art is not so easily defined for everyone. The man in question in the Column is Bukowski. While some find ‘art’ in his writing, I was not [...]
Rainy Day One day, when Creator was sitting out on his front porch and just looking out at all the things in creation that were his, he saw a little boy, out in this world, sitting in a field and crying. For some reason, this greatly disturbed Creator and he wanted to know what could [...]