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...

Hello, I hope that this message finds
you and yours blessed and in good spirits. Today I would like to
share with you a few words from my heart. The poem (equaXion) below
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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...

When players know their instruments so well that thought is act and both of them are one or when impassioned poets in a spell hear chanting faster than a pen can run or when an artist in a...

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...