Making Music Wherever We Go – The Rhymes and Rhythms that Move Us
Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross To see a fine lady upon a fine horse. Rings on her fingers …
Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross To see a fine lady upon a fine horse. Rings on her fingers …
My dreams have always been enticingly rich and evocative. Often it’s as if I’m watching an elaborate film in gorgeous …
A notebook full of poetry I had worked on for years has disappeared. Vanished. Many of the poems I never …
Serendipity, it’s sometimes called. Those happy coincidences that lead to some unexpected pleasure or insight. Or synchronicity. Those meaningful encounters …
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Now that the weather has warmed and heated our pool, Dale and I go swimming every…
Writers love to write about writing. It’s not surprising. It’s our passion. So when I was invited to participate in …
Since my last post, I discovered another artist who refuses to turn away. He bears witness one face at a time by …
I found this painting of a beggar at the blog site of an artist that I admire. She found it …
It’s never the full-blown joy I expect when a short story is accepted for publication. Even when the acceptance letter …
I’m going to die. Soon. That’s what I thought, waking one morning, remembering three distinct dreams, each in which I …