Having spent a millennium (or two) among the vastness of space, it dawned upon existence; that being means more than to exist. & here we are now.Among the kaleidescope of constellations (Being dragged amongst the stars is more like it) Holding breath while comets whiz by,Inching closer with every passThese "astronomical units" the gold standard... Continue Reading →


They're outside Forlorn calling in the distance Reminder of the wild It still exists In honeybee and wildflower Encapsulated within morning dew Or collected in spittle Between battle I hear them now Swept up in packs Of one or two Collecting Scraps enough for survival & If lucky enough Another bit for the road

Create a website or blog at

Up ↑