That’s the power of a story. It can take you forward and backward and sideways in time. You can be 9 years old one moment, 45 the next, and something that happened 96 years ago can be relevant in th...Read More
"I sing for the women who bled enough on their crops to feed nitrogen to hungry greens. Not enough each day to die only once, but enough over years to fill a family, a posterity, a Homeland."...Read More
Something in the words that speak From blossom, bud, and dusty fruit Between the sky and dampened earth, Creations be of the Creator’s seed, They sing the story of ourselves, Storytellers from our v...Read More
I breathe in, breathe out. The wind moves the orb where I lie And speak of the beauty, throw sparks at the bright, Weaving a story by day and night From threads, such fine, fine threads I spin....Read More
"But no matter where the pumpkin rests, the farmer will always love it best
As a bit of Sunshine captured in shell of Gold or orange and tended well."...Read More
"That’s how death is. We close the casket. We fold the flag. We make that last radio call. We weep, we breathe deep, and we walk away from the dead back to those who still live. And each step kills ...Read More