When Your Own Words Come Back to You

When Your Own Words Come Back to You

Not long ago a friend sent me a gift. It arrived in the mail as a small strip of paper. Written on it in beautiful calligraphy — with a large initial letter flashing in gold — were the words: “Mistakes are only messages about how to do it better next time.” I called...

FALLING: LOVE-STRUCK, The God Poems

FALLING: LOVE-STRUCK LOOK!  My poems are published! Available on Amazon, through Finishing Line Press, FLPbookstore@aol.com at bookstores, or from Me, autographed! I’m so happy, I’m  wagging my tail. For me, Poetry comes right after music on the stairwell of ART,...

prose-poem, Pondering

Once when I was a child, hardly bigger than a tadpole, I thought that if I breathed in hard, I could pull in so much air that when I let it out it would bound like bubbles under water, filling all the sky, blue bubbles everywhere, and everything ever born would inhale...