COMMON GROUND

We are students on the edge where unedited souls   are roots of voices searching for a river to be part of   to form a journey of communion to lean away from the failing   we tempt mercy under various clouds while resembling a fallen shingle from the sky   there is no center … More COMMON GROUND

COMMON GROUND

We are students on the edge roots of voices found like a river consuming broken unedited souls   it’s a journey of communion leaning away from the fall tempting mercy under uncertain clouds while feeling like a fallen shingle from the sky   there is no center of regret to rest on only a sharp … More COMMON GROUND

ONE THOUGHT AWAY

A spiritual journey of ease and discovery the opening of the obscure heart and innocence   an inner sermon prospering on hope and delicate dreams of calm distant from whispers and swords   the building back of faith from broken stars the hope of creating fires that bind and desires that never sleep    

THE SOUND OF KEYS

The darkened museum was an effusion of history and rare artifacts.  The floors were well-worn from observers and lovers of art. Paintings, warriors swords and pottery was exhibited in corners or on platforms with detailed descriptions. In one display, a black antique typewriter, a publishing piano, creating concerts of words, striking to the marrow of … More THE SOUND OF KEYS