Will You Be There?   On a summer's night will you be there when I set on the porch and finally cool from the heat of the August sun? Will you brush the tension from my browjust as I can see you now?

On rare occasions the artistry of our efforts bring a brief  reprieve, a bright island of peaceful reflection in the dimming light of day. Museums brimming with the industriousness of our passage summ

As lovely as the garden is I dare say I lovenothing but the viewing of it. For with greattoil did it spring forth and not by admiration alone. Where there is the beauty of rosesone has known the thorn

From my last midnight post one might imagine that I needed a bit of chillin'. I'm posting from main street this week. My prior post had been stewing awhile. I always manage to chill a little in NE Ten

  Damn it man how did I know jackasses weren't invited I stumbled through an open window unaware of the ocean that awaited bobbing like a cork I've managed to stay afloat no thanks to the elite