Love Me

There once was a soul who loved her life so much she wanted to hold onto it.   The Beloved said, “Of course, whatever you want.”   And so she held tightly to her house with its white shutters her dog with his pleading brown eyes her work helping people and...

Row Your Boat

A poem from my friend Michael Hock: Row Your Boat Yes, it is far, then it’s close. Who one is recedes as one draws near. As if first one climbs a steep way, then discovers one has wings, or deaf forever, one awakens to the heartbeat thrum of a butterfly, and why do...

Five-Star Ambiance

As a travel writer, one of my duties has been to rate accommodations. Of course I have an ideal against which I measure all. These hotels or resorts possess a five-star ambiance. A room in such a place might have thick Persian rugs on maple floors, gold tile in the...