Sunday, April 25, 2010

Whether we taste the sweet ambrosia of life
or the bitter pill of consequence
It is all done in little bits and bites

A soul lost
is done so one little bit at a time
nibbled to death by ducks.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

April 22nd. Grass is growing. Flowers are growing. It is snowing. Yeah. Again.

Sea Glass Memories

For the tide of man is but one wave that washes upon these shores, for his deeds, and fears, and battles will wash away. Ground and polish...