Memory shimmers as a crystal lake
that reflects all things invisible.

“Life often is a bucket of water sitting on a farmer’s porch. Our choice is in t…”

“Too often our visions of the futureare dull and impotentlike a hammer beating t…”

“What’s the use of writing poetry for your peers? I don’t think I should sell my…”

“May your dreams be gifts from the gods and may you open them with excitement an…”