So Much Sand

Let come what comes, let go what goes. See what remains.  * * * Here we go again, a new year, a new beginning.  Whoopee. Give this baby a good spank, get it breathing, screaming, wild for life. Then hug it, kiss it, embrace it. It’s ours now. What will we do with it? Say …

Too Much Talking

maybe it’s the age or the stage i’m in but it seems strange with so many words our messages remain muddled.   much said, volumes read, little solved. consensus cowers, dangles like limp laundry suspended on a back-yard clothesline.   constant chatter signifying nothing. everything, talked to death.   even Lazarus opts out, been here, …

Talkin’ to a Weed

Nature is full of surprises. Without trickery or manipulative devices, it can make a mockery of seeming impossibilities. * * * The ability to communicate is written in the genetic code of the universe.  Who are we to say that weeds can’t talk? Ok, maybe it is a reach to say that all nature can …