"... as she saw nothing but young men all day long ... this sight of her fellow-traveler was completely lost in her mind, as the crooked pin dropped by a child into the wishing-well twirls in...

I've not been one to tell you how to drive. It's your car, your gas. I'm here for the ride. Right now, it's up to you when we arrive. But this is what I'm seeing from my side. When fearing...

Now everything is cool. We're at that stage when trust, respect feel sure. We sense a link in struggle, pain and hope. As we engage things fall in place, we think in sync. But some day I...

Vast kingdoms once did span this shrinking sphere. One monarch bold a million men could rule. To teach the dumb, protect the poor from fear, to sow these seeds, a scepter was his tool. If I...

Spiritual poem by Peter Menkin. These notes from Peter Menkin blog: Thursday, July 12, 2007 Summertime Conversation in Friendship What's this poem (?), but a conversation in summertime with...