The mountain city. Idyllwild, California.
The mountain city. Idyllwild. Slow and easy pace in the mountains. Time to think and reflex on life, The mountain is a wise teacher. Better to be mountain, then a running river. Good… Continue reading
The mountain city. Idyllwild. Slow and easy pace in the mountains. Time to think and reflex on life, The mountain is a wise teacher. Better to be mountain, then a running river. Good… Continue reading
Boundless sea, honey love and sacred fires.. It was early Summer of 1994 and I was stationed at Texas. I went to Austin, Texas for the a poetry reading. I was trying to… Continue reading
My Paloma.. You and I.We knew the sacred fire of love once. You and I.We were like careless children whispering promises of the love words, we couldn’t keep. You and I.We held mistress… Continue reading
Passing through.. A poet and writer exchanging words and thoughts. The Coffee house poet told the writer. We can never win. Jack London once wrote. “The gods always win. Men believe they can… Continue reading
The Seven Sisters of England.. Places gain value when you are surrounded by war. The World War one and the World War two soldiers dreams of coming home. The Seven Sisters of England,… Continue reading
The desert song Listen carefully. Old earth, old ground. Look like rock and soil only. The desert song is hard to hear. You must quiet the mind, relax the heart and open your… Continue reading
Pacific Ocean.. Some noises are beautiful. The song of the Monterey Bay. Singing seals. Blessings for the lucky. Coyote
Monterey Fishing Wharf.. ( I need a year in Monterey to write my novel.) The city of Monterey, hard to find. But a gem, when found. Gateway to Big Sur and Pfiefer beach.… Continue reading
You are my ocean My first love was the sea. Uncontrolled and free.I danced with her, as a child. I fell into her waves and I felt thesafety of her power and strength.Today… Continue reading