An abecedarian poem — a poem completed alphabetically. — A True Story. and then I found among the trees beyond the sky and forest a crafted home with style and grace designed amidst the tranquil trail. eagles floated swiftly above flying gently on the breeze with grace, I just knew this was my calling. home in the woods was…

The Raw at 2 am. — Sleepless musings Haunting fears Ghostly remembrances of days past. Past lives Scenarios Ancient wisdom Reverberates my soul. Ethereal whispers Of diamond days Wrapped in the flesh, Yet shrouded by My new physical being. Many lives Times Experiences Call to adventure, A harkening of spirit. Unclasp the veil My dear one …

This is not going where you think it is. — He was a rescued golden lab from southern Alabama. The storm down south had left this 4-month-old pup under a kayak in the mud. Rescue 4 shipped him up north to await a home, he was a nervous mess. She happened to see the sign- “Adoption Day” on a country…

listen and silent have the same letters. — I listen to the language of the silent earth. the letters are the leaves. the words are the branches. the sentences are the trees. oh..to hear the stories of the forest as I hike the sacred trail. the secrets they do tell.

An abecedarian thought — a message completed alphabetically. — Human ancestors may have begun consuming alcohol about 10 million years ago. The ability to break down alcohol most likely began with rotting fruit on the forest floor. Knowing this may assist researchers in determining when human ancestors began moving to life on the ground, as opposed to mostly in…

Is anyone out there in Cyberland? — Peace, Love, Authenticity? Groovy Man… Far Out… Cool… You were real, True, Meaningful. Maybe I got it all wrong, IDK. Lost now. I dance inside my soul amidst a sea of drunken lunatics ha…they call themselves Republicans. Democrats a few. Independents even fewer. Drunk on power. Who are we kidding? We are all…