Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Love, like the bright moon waxes and wanes in the breath of a summer wind flourishing in all seasons both barren and abundant
“At four in the morning my body bumped against the ceiling” – Jim Harrison The mind conspires with imagination the sense of floating in mid-air traveling to the stars and beyond, amidst the ethered spheres.
“There is a human wildness held beneath the skin that finds all barriers brutishly unbearable.”– Jim Harrison A mind once caught in a cage of propriety and decorum now released from the elusive trap of society’s expectations.
When the Santa Anas rage across the desert floor they fell even mighty saguaros who’ve lived for many decades. Howling and roaring they march, creating a wall of dust as jackrabbits run for their sheltered nests. Hairy tarantulas scurry to their burrows, diving underground to avoid… Continue Reading “Monsoons”
“A violent windstorm the night before the solstice.”– Jim Harrison Here inside these walls where the winds can never howl entwined within your arms as the world outside tears asunder in majestic wonder of a monsoon rain.
“Saw a poem float by just beneath the surface ” -Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason I sat amidst the gnarled roots of an ancient tree watching water flow to and fro and all at once I caught a glimpse of poetry floating softly… Continue Reading “The Boat”
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