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 →

This morning, upon wakeningthe day's beginning welcomingI sought a different song to sing. I listened to the birds outsidewhose joy it would be hard to hideand wondered how I might abidewithout such gentle carolling. I listened to the cricket-songwhich stayed with me the whole day longand even once the day was gonecontinued, faintly murmuring. I... Continue Reading →