[Revised March 28, 2022] From the outset, for better or worse, the following comes from a natural propensity for innovation and progressivity – a useful non-word utilized by way of example. Culture and society do not stand still, nor should they be forced to do so. (more…)
While the observation could have been made at upteen points along the path, the drumbeat of war now marks a crescendo in the trend toward societal collapse. (more…)
A single wing, unattended,
Will fall, not flying.
Fluttering, spinning, helical conscript.
Like flight, but falling.
Delicate thrall of nature.
A loop aloft.
Greeting gravity.
Conceding nothing.
St. Albert, 2022
In our little house
We have love growing
Wild like blossoms
And Peace like rain
Falling from great heights (more…)
Redondo Beach
The Jersey Shore
The edge of all your foolishness (more…)
One day Hinemoa and Tutanekai ventured out on the still water. The sun shone down and lay across them, like silk. They told each other tales from their lives. (more…)
“Sing lustily and with good courage. Beware of singing as if you were half dead, or half asleep; but lift up your voice with strength. Be no more afraid of your voice now, nor more ashamed of its being heard, then when you sung the songs of Satan.”
John Wesley – directions for singing, 1761
It’s a warren of miscreants, wannabes, and jaded insiders. Weird impromptu lighting, the reek of booze, exotic smoke, sweat and perfumery soup. Or maybe you are just in the wrong house. (more…)