Sunrise

Hidden between blades of grass, next to a pebble and broken glass, under a dry crumpled brown leaf, a thought, an idea who's time has come. Life is stolen by time like a thief. Look close and listen, you are here now with the birds
singing in the trees to the sun in the East.

Bob's tale

This blog is for Bob. Down and out and overwhelmed by life. Trying to please and keep people happy, trying to sleep more than 2 hours in a row. He's got a new computer, but he can't get it to work. He's got a new baby, lovely to be sure, but a chore when you're 50! He left the old country for warmth and sun, only to be drinking in Russian bars and thinking about the brothel down the street in his Spanish neighbourhood. I leave you one word Bob - om.

Tale 1

My first blog. Earth date, January 18, 2008, 10:55 AM.

People ask me why I don't say much, I tell them, I ain't got much to say.


Here's a poem I wrote while walking my dog - he's a Walldog!

January Thaw
There is a thin layer of cool air that hovers over the snow pack on neighborhood lawns, as the snow evaporates on a warm early January afternoon.
I squint at the bright sun hanging far away at 45 degrees in the clear, baby blue winter sky.
Marcus is happy.
A soft breeze blows up the layer of cool air to envelop me and it smells like delicious fresh vanilla ice cream.
I'm happy in this moment.