If the sun upon kissing the sea paints it the color of fire and the burning of its desire blends the red with the black and the blue with the dreams, why don´t you kiss me, my love?. If the sea...

This is an excerpt from my 'Triptych: Mother-Lover-God' piece. All existential crises worth their salt happen in gardens. I'm not sure why, but they do. Of course the scene is from Mel Gibson's...

Based on a poem about life in transition from one generation to another, by Dr. Walter Lathrop

Okay! I feel the pain. So where's the gain? We limp through life. Some keep the march. Some crawl. Avoiding hazards, longing to complain, we scan our scars while hoping death to stall. We...

My ship is waiting and I have to go. Yes, this is our farewell. I won't say I'll Return, sweet Princess. But I won't forget The fairest of the maids who dropped their veils And laundry baskets...

TEMPLES- My Human Light, the look in your eyes, when they seen mine, shined so much light into a happy sy, like the promise of God My Human Light, you took my heart, then...

How strong it is, this feeling of regret, You long to see the lands and loves you've known. (For Eden's flowers fade if you forget) In dreams you may return, but wake alone. Yes, now I know...

Let's hear it for the spirit. Now lift your voice in song. But if your arm's too weak, my friend, You'd best not sing along. So drink to the fellow with the scar on his chest And drink to...

lxix    When they approached they knocked upon the gate. The agèd Porter asked, "Who are you two Who dare to call on us. You know it's late." Etain cried out, "We'll sing and play for...