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Look into our eyes – You’ll likely not see the rapes, the deaths and the dying of AIDS. Can you tell who we are, those who ar..

So you say. The very thing that makes me a writer is what makes it so hard to wait. My hopes take fire, making leaps with no foundation but..

A sentimental (even sappy) piece on having to move from the beloved woods around me.

So many to choose from! Old friends from long ago, you still tag along as real today as before But now your truths are more complex: today ..

They are children of war: bundled into coats and into trucks, becoming bundles of refuse taken away from their homeland. Their eyes see ha..

Druidfarm: A Ballad of Lament Refrain: In Celtic tales of long ago And woods today there can be found The deer and fox, the birds who go ..

What is necessary, after all, is only this; solitude, vast inner solitude. Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet Going to a meeting, ..

Perhaps the world is as lovely as it is because lonely artists have no choice but to express the beauty they carry within them. Does this..

2nd place winner of the A Man and a Tree Are the Same contest

Me poking a little bit of fun at me