My mother had a faulty sixth sense that flickered like a dying light bulb. She called them “bad feelings.” Often, her premonitions came too late. If we got lost driving, she’d say she had a bad feeling about the road I had taken. If I didn’t get a part in the school play, pass my ...

  “Yes, Daddy, yes! That’s the book the teacher read in class.” Daddy is turning pages of a children’s book entitled Fix it, Please. We are in a children’s bookstore. My teacher, Miss Beri, had read that book to the class this morning at school. She displayed it to the kids so they could see ...

I see the heavensin your eyes.Worlds and galaxiesswirl within your soul. Love is who you areseen by a soul like mine.A dull nickel withhardly any worth. You see value regardlessin someone plain.You believe in mewhere I lack faith. Your love is deepplentiful and abundant.I cannot turn backfrom its depth. I’m your precious cointo carry with ...

Spring forth in the eternal cycle of rebirth The spinning Wheel turns as it passes on its way. Feel the heart-beat rhythm of the Earth Spring forth in the eternal cycle of rebirth. Not lost, but traded for something of equal worth, First we must go through the process of decay. Spring forth in the ...

Midnight I ventured outside Among luminescent wavelets of moonbeams   Midmorning I walked through  Fluorescent ringlets of moonlight  Midafternoon I fell into Dreamtime I could not stop the cascade  I could not stop the blizzard I stepped upon an avalanche Of pure white moon-snow 

We all jumped the minute we heard the honk, and our coffee spilled over the floor and sofa. I noticed that Miss Martha and Louis didn’t budge an inch and looked annoyed towards the kitchen door. “What the he…eck, was that?” I exclaimed. In a wise journalist maneuver, I caught myself about to say the ...

Someday, all my puzzle pieces will fall into place. Until then, here's a poem!

  There is a dark chasm in the groundHere, on the wrong side of town Beyond the precarious edgeI cannot see a safe landing ledge The black abyss is bottomlessAnd fiendishly fathomless As I peer across the boundless crackI wonder about life’s widening trackWill I ever be able to find my way back?

“These were the most wonderful birds I had ever seen,” Miss Martha explained while she gave us coffee. “I had once thought of them as eccentric lawn ornaments of middle-aged women, ironic to say after you looked at my front lawn, but now they were in front of me. They waded in the pool and ...

Time to rouse the earth and get ready for Spring!