Stony petals of a flower bloom in the cold eyes of the sun.   once flushed in pinks, the blossoms of my youth have wilted and froze.   Glacial beads of blood drift down my face until these venal rivers are bloodless.   Within is darkness to which...

This Wednesday with be the first of a series of classes in the Back-to-Basics group. The first class is on sonnets.This is for those who want to learn how to write one and for those who already written one...

Breeze of cold.A song titled hope.Gulp of and urgent need for a cigarette.Need to sniff more of heavy ylang ylang.The itch of a pain.A warm wind.The soul lifting song.Whiff of ceder smoke.My soul soothed by patchouli.A healing touch.