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October 2, 2015

Nothing, Lucilius, is ours, except time. We were entrusted by nature with the ownership of this single thing, so fleeting and slippery that anyone who will can oust us from possession. What fools these mortals be! They allow the cheapest and most useless things, which...

September 22, 2015

I have a story to tell about a little 5 mo old American Eskimo puppy named Shadow. I’ve never met him physically, but my sister Marcia just drove 3400 mi round trip to save him from being put down. His breeder in Missouri called Marcia last week to tell her Shadow had...

September 22, 2015

Yes, things have to get down to bare bones –
To the place where muscles sore and hot like fire,
Burn my flesh into cinder before I create.
I create to survive.

My age like a curse or curved scythe presses
The time edged clock into my mind
And my leaden body. It ticks fa...

September 21, 2015

THIS MORNING SINGS ME
A RISING CHORUS OF SUN
A CLAMOR OF LOVE

Why not?

© Richard Chamberlain 2015

June 25, 2015

 © Melora Walters 2015

June 25, 2015

I wrote this during a Carolyn Conger 5 day consciousness seminar given at a ranch near Sacramento.  The ranch owner was looking after her long absent son’s big gray dog Jesse.

IN THE FIERCE, DEAR WINDS OF OUR SEARCHING,
IN THE DAUNTING ELUSIVENESS OF OUR POSSIBILITIES,
...

June 25, 2015

FAR FAR OUT
BEYOND THE FAR HORIZON
WAY BEYOND US
WIND SWEPT SWELLS
RISE INTO BEING
LONGING FOR THIS SHORE

ON AND ON THEY ROLL
BENEATH THE ENDESS SKY
ON AND ON
ONE BY ONE
TOWARD THE DISTANT
WAITING SAND

THEN, SO NEAR
THEIR RECEDING KIN
RAISE THEM UP
ONE BY ONE
TO A GLORIO...