Ai Timothy Leary, ivy towered pied piper of my youth! I remember you so well… And in the legend to this day sung, they tell… Repeat this famous line: you aren’t dead but out there, somewhere… Looking in… And I’m wondering…. Is this the “Brave New World” you imagined? Is this the evolution you desired … More Timothy Leary and the Satanic Narco Men
On the day Carol became an old woman, she shed several tears. Standing in the threshold of the last days of her life filled her with certain uncertainty. Though life is tenuous at any age, when old age comes everyone knows what comes next and there is no way to dodge death. This dreadful day came … More On the Day She Became an Old Woman
Such a sickly, small child, one in whom the light of life seemed as twilight, soon to fade. His mother wonders how this could happen to her. Her dreams of being loved unconditionally by the child she bore, shattered when this four pound boy made his entrance into the world, too soon. She longed for … More Hope Purposed in Twilight
Caste into the outer darkness by the forces of illness and neglect, a child grows in the absence of the comfort and nurture that ensures a child’s becoming whole. Suspended in isolation with nothing but childish, undeveloped thoughts and the voices from the outer-world (of the family) to keep her company, Ester gives into sleep. … More Hope for a Little Girl in the Dark
There is nothing more lovely than a Sonoran winter rain. Pouring silver; large drops weighted by the ice of the winter world that surrounds The Valley of the Sun. The ice that melts into rain before it hits the warm desert floor, as snow buries the surrounding mountain rim. The dry soil welcomes the steady … More Joy in a Sonoran Rain
I am so grateful that the sun still shines in winter. Thankful for these warming rays brightly streaming, Through my window, mercifully sent by my dear Father! Warmth to comfort my body, lift my spirit; to liven my soul; Lifting all thoughts to joy, allowing them to float on the waters, Of sickness and sorrow; … More Sunshine on a Winter Day
Sharpened shards of shattered thought do haunt; Twisting perception, by imagination into madness; Deflecting sanity and chanting the same old taunt; Removing all superfluous hope and joy in gladness! Don’t peer long into the darkness; evil’s eyes gaunt! Disease does spread! Infecting hearts with sadness; Manufactured misery; malignancy; it produces want; Woe to the child … More Joy for the Broken!
Tired thoughts; scattered dust drifting in the air; Denied a refuge from life’s ragged edge; White knuckled in the now; possibilities nowhere! Time’s pounding beat battering sledge; Constant pain; relentless torturer doesn’t care! Relationship split by prideful wedge; Everyone’s looking for something! Life isn’t fair! Confusion leaves truth on sanity’s edge; Stress and exhaustion coupled; … More Joy on the Ragged Edge
I am war-weary, in need of a furlough, and awaiting an honorable discharge. I am battle-hardened but this war is long; it has been raging for centuries, filling the earth with blood. My enemy is a deceptive predator who sometimes, weakens me by sneaking into my thoughts. You see, I once fought on his side, … More Joy Waits on God
Insular safety, closed off in cavernous refuge; My hiding place, my home, it’s the natural me; Needing no one! I’m cuddling in this lie so huge; Self-imposing my isolation; refusing to be free; Once it was good reason; year of pain deluge: Pain! Pain! Pain! Pain! Pain! Pain! Pain! Pain! Terrible bell! Agony’s relentless knell … More Open to Joy!