Dancing….
Come dance with me for a spell. Not the sort of dancing people do to the music of today. No, …
Come dance with me for a spell. Not the sort of dancing people do to the music of today. No, …
I haven’t written much lately. Not for the blog at any rate. The truth is I don’t feel …
Written in reply to a comment left below one of my blockbuster videos: AHHHH! Spengler? SPENGLER! STOP! TURN AROUND! GO …
Life is all around us, and indeed it is us. In spite of how far away our ability …
Sometimes the image has little to do with the words that follow, but are included because of a certain evocativeness. …
Haven’t written much of late. Not worried. Never am. Been taking a lot of photos, deleting most, fumbling around …
I am sitting, or more accurately lying, in the bunk of my truck waiting to be loaded with the salads …
Don’t let it ever be said that the Omphalos Cafe spares any effort in combing the outside world and plumbing …
There’s more I want to say, and this goes deeper into who we are and where we are in time, …
I picture a vast garden, with giant craggy rocks and forested hills, shrubs, flowers and grasses, with tall cataracts, …