The mist rolled in on silent steps across the valley below us.  From the saddle I can barely make out the tops of a few great trees, dark green and gray from the thick fog.  Something stirrs in my gut - this is no normal mist, its too fast, too immense, and too convienently blocking our way.  Caffiado digs at the ground, shaking his head.  He doesn ( Read more... )

I am masochistic ( Read more... )

I sat out on the porch with my ice tea and watched the birds flock and sail away on the breeze. The sun was setting and so the sky was changing from that brilliant blue of daytime into the pale blue of evening with the rim of pink and deepest reds, some clouds added to the splash of color, the golds, reds, oranges...some purple on the farthest ( Read more... )

In the thunder roll
where the lighting is always different
and the tint of life
is slightly off to green
I heard the rumble of nations
I wittnessed the rumble
of a thousand voices
declaring what they want as rights
and what they've got as never enough
lit inconsistent
stumbled by the force
deafened by the sound
in the thunder roll

... so I've come up with a clever quotation that they can spout at all the opportune...and inopportune if they like... momments: vola ( Read more... )

What you see, what you see, what you see is human!

I am complete.
Won't you come and dance with me?

I wrestle ( Read more... )