We were so small,May seem to some,Memories shotAll scene-to-scene,An echoing voice,Now theme-to-theme;Your wisdom shared,Pure evergreen.Your eyes now closed,Earth mise-en-scène;Is it ever wrong to never-say-neverWhen stickier sap sets a balm forever?Reflecting soMy heart careens Through flutterbye-Filled evergreens...Спогад одного місяця, 11...

The sky is all fullof those marshmallow cloudsand I feel young againas I'm dodging these crowds,the week's winding down(as the Summer is, too)and I hardly can waitto fly back home to you.If you grab a blanketI'll grab my guitar,we...

Getting together with some old friendsSomeone asked what we miss mostAbout our twenties. I answered theLack of cellphones; if you wanted toReach someone new, the answer wasIn a book, and if I wasn't home thatMeant I was busy doing...

In late winterwhen the snow loosens its gripand the earth begins to breathe again,a purple crocus lifts its small spearthrough the cold skin of the prairie.No one teaches it courage.It simply rises.The valley waits quietlyunder the wide sky of...

The engines are already turning.Dust lifts from the roadlike breath rising from the earth.Convoy is leaving.And still she pausesto send a handful of lightacross the distance.It is okay, she says,to not have the answer.You have always been too hardon...