Tracing the origins of human hatewe wonder if this desperate stateis bloodborne If our desire to hurt and maim,outsiders who are not the sameis bloodlust sparked within when we are bornfrom mother’s womb we’re cut or tornin bloodbath. To trace such origins of gallwe need our wits and wherewithal:a bloodhound who alone can tracea spark... Continue Reading →

For all the blessings of my lifeI’m truly grateful: for my children, hopes and dreams,my family For the light of day, the stars at nighta place of shelter, food to eatI’m grateful .For my alternating health and illness teaching me so much about myself I’m grateful. For more than two years of sobriety, for getting my kicks naturally I’m grateful.For all the... Continue Reading →

I’ve been doing a lot of suffering lately though I often hear it saidlife couldor shouldbe fun‘Shouldawouldacoulda’that’s what I say:beautiful suffering that’s the life for me;the artists way. Beautiful suffering,like dying sunlight raysover the mountains;like the break of daywhich almost splits itself apart with yearning,but what’s sweeter than thatbeautiful suffering when you bleedinto the pageand make it sing?... Continue Reading →