August 15, 2026
May you walk through the woods and hear bird song.
May you feel a sweet breeze that ruffles your hair.
May foxes and bees cross your path as you walk,
May peace fill your heart as you dream.
August 31, 2026
Reminiscing on the books that have shaped who I am and books I have new appreciation for was a gift I didn’t know I wanted. I urge you to pick up one of these books — whichever resonates most with you.
August 30, 2026
How good will the new album be
by the Black Dog?
Will Amanda love me
in ten years let alone next week?
Are Aldi’s branflakes
as good as Morrisons?
August 29, 2026
Traveling to Aomori in February may have difficulties associated with sudden delays, dangers, and inconveniences. Yet, with some preparation, humbleness about weather conditions, and a willingness to find the sublime, you will see this trip become something much greater than simply traveling.
August 28, 2026
Miller’s prose moves in lyrical fashion, without becoming overwrought. She echoes the cadence of ancient epics and grounds the story in raw, human emotion.
August 27, 2026
Between colours and lackluster, Laughter held in place with animated glue, Between dim and funny things…
August 26, 2026
Several books throughout my life have earned status as my “all-time favorite,” one always surpassing the last into a never-ending cycle of favorites. However, I managed […]
August 25, 2026
Rather, wilderness silence serves as an open gate, allowing the other sounds — those most often covered by city noise — to be heard, to enter our stream of consciousness, to be questioned or interpreted and, above all, to be appreciated.
August 24, 2026
I’m intrinsically focused
on being a better me
and as God builds me
I know he must enjoy comedy
Like these “thick of it” situations
my constant innovations
and big time preparations
and then the plan changes
I know he smiles
as I think I know it all
August 21, 2026
Unless you’re a believer in reincarnation you’d be advised to accept life’s biggest cliché about how it’s no rehearsal or primordial dream…
August 19, 2026
Estranged from birth, Mandy had believed she was an only child until she receives a call from a lawyer urging her to visit his infamous client. In the locked ward, Georgia Cartwright utters only four words to her sister: “I didn’t do it.”
August 18, 2026
An icy breeze blew down the back of his neck and shirt in an instant, and Billy pivoted on one foot. There they were: The pirates — he had no other word for them...
August 17, 2026
I swerve and swing down tar road glens — poplar built, storm-breath wet that brim with bark and coffee, melt fjords that flood Earth’s marrow…