What is it about poetry?

What is it about poetry that gets to us? that speaks to us? that opens our unhearing ears and unseeing eyes?

What makes art, art?

What makes art, art? worship, worship? beauty, beauty? is not of it but of us.

The human chain of life

I had a dream, under a cloud be-speckled blue sky that we all joined hands with our nearby neighbors, to the right and to the left, whose opinions, possibly, probably, almost certainly, differ from our own. Me with thee and thee with thou until we reached the end of the lane, the boundaries of the […]

The day God danced, too

There must be extra joy in heaven when a life in rain and clouds finds the the first sunshine of a new day.

Recovering rhythm

There’s been a schism; we’ve lost our rhythm. (it’s what we used to rely on the world to supply) What’s slowed our pace has nearly stopped our race. But hey, stay-at-home is not stuck alone. Turn up the volume, be inspired dial the inner music even higher. Let it lead you, even feed you. Feel […]