Poetic Interlude
Poetic interlude. A pause for the cause after the exertion of yesterday’s post. A brief surge of male potency, and …
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Art And The Male Energy
‘Huh? Oh.’ ‘What?’ I asked. My wife doesn’t read too many posts, so this modest little reaction warranted further inquiry. …
Little Old House On The Prairie…
Like the old rural churches I wrote about in my last post, I also love the look of these abandoned …
Sunday Blessings
Sunday Morning. The Lord’s Day, or so the old saying goes. Though some celebrate it on Saturday instead. I love …
A Dream: The Festival of Life
It was the middle of summer and we were celebrating our Grand Festival of Life. Everyone from the town and …
Paper Money
Just ink and paper. A means of conveyance. A way of transferring something from one person to the next. Value …
The Place Within
Athletes call it the zone. It’s when you can do no wrong, when the instrument you are playing becomes an …
The Road… To Where?
‘Having no direction is better than having someone else’s.’ –Xenon Reade The road is everywhere. It long ago became one …
Mountains… of the Spirit
At Silvertip there’s another order of quiet stillness. The odd cawing of a raven, the angry chirruping of a red …
‘Criminality’ and the Flames of Riot
Cities in the U.K. have been set ablaze and the authorities say the criminals will be caught and punished. Vancouver …
Omphalos Cafe 