The Ancient Hippie

Childhood dust has gone with only the echo and vague memory of the warm smell and summer sparkle of roadside ditches. The is no dust today ....

 Hiatus Evolution tsunami crashing through every age. Unfathomable speed broken  by cosmic ripples. A vast endless symphony of joy,  disaste...

Each alone, needs only to be heard, and not to listen. Each is central to the small, and insignificant, orbit it describes. United is a stat...

It doesn’t really matter that we think first of ourselves, and not of others. It doesn’t really change things that life is egocentric, and w...

Morning mist travelling, tenuously, up the valleys of home. Full moon on the bay, illuminating the Mackerel Islands with silver. Happy beagl...

Not necessary, those foreign climes of which we often dream. Not workable our vain imagining of whom we’d like to be. Not logical to say wha...

Wispy, and tantalizing glimpses of peace, with an embraced commonality: sharing. Floating, almost unseen, at the edge of reality, a fading s...

The fluttering of different times whispers softly in my ear, and speaks of ancient sagas in places far and near. The muttering of ancient cr...

        Clouds, soft and fecund, punctuate a sky relentless in the pink promise of evening.         Humidity hangs like a shroud,           ...

(umm) (umm) Heaviness assails senses. Thought becomes static. Alternatives do not exist. Hiatus becomes eternal. (umm) Gravity envelopes. Se...