Good things
My days adrift, my thoughts sublimecountless tumblers, endless lime.A beach, no.A sunset, perhaps.Bliss,Saturday afternoon naps.Airport departure,Terminal 3,my Hyunwaiting for me.
My days adrift, my thoughts sublimecountless tumblers, endless lime.A beach, no.A sunset, perhaps.Bliss,Saturday afternoon naps.Airport departure,Terminal 3,my Hyunwaiting for me.
I should start this post by saying up front that I am smitten with motorcycles now. I recently watched Long Way Round, the travel documentary about Ewan McGregor and Charlie…
Restless presentcannot exist,perpetual flightfrom a gilded past.
I am in the process this week of recording and editing a series of training videos for Aluka using a proprietary software called Camtasia. Camtasia is a recording device that…
Snuffed in the wild wooly clearings of the heart,where forests ebb, bend and break,my heart does endless battle with my headfor control of my pious soul.
Cordial dawn approaching,this translucent sky raising my furtive brow.I inhale with craning anticipation.If I am able to reachyou with my words today,like pearl divers in the Pacific,let it be my…
I have burdened my handful of readers enough with my own verse. Now, it is time to turn to the master himself, William Butler Yeats. This same poem caught my…