I know I'm strange a flawed oddball piece of work a stray weed creeping out from under rocks roots running riot in the sandy composite below somehow always finding sufficient moisture adrift in shifting winds wild seed tumbleweed barreling down the road of existence pursed and determined to make it…
read more →One of the things that I seem to be getting better at, as I get older, is listening to my body. It has seen me through some challenging, sometimes stressful times, and I guess it's finally earned a little begrudging respect from me. So, I've been paying closer attention to what I put into it, and –…
read more →Of all the poets who have examined the subject of love, perhaps none have written with as much simple, heartfelt directness as the great Chilean poet Pablo Neruda. His love poems and sonnets have been translated and are universally treasured in just about every country on our planet. For the last…
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