You are very kind. Yes, going well "professionally" at least. Life is giving me a fair shake, all in all. Thanks.

The Unveiling And so it's earth against air, fire versus water, the basic elements of nature once again at odds in me. Why can't my body be a preserve, a lovely wildlife refuge presided over by the presence of a sacred living tree shielding storm and poverty, the body a good boundary? Instead, a bat...

For the love of God
with the warmth of God
these flowers you press in my
hand, they flood the room.

Separate the waters from the waters
The parting sea reveals dry land,
new fervor,
and suddenly a fountain of forgiveness
a forest of ecstacy

:oops: an early incidental history of the poem: stole the basic premise from Patti Smith:"Jesus died for somebody else's sins, not mine" & "have you seen dylans' dog? its got wings, it can fly" (which she stole [of course] from bob dylan); 'cause bruce springsteen wrote a son...

Really, Mr. Cricket: Whistle me a happy tune.

(in reference to my request to hire him for inclusion in Peter Schekeryk's [Melanie's manager's] world peace tour): "Leonard will likely be on tour for the greater part of 2007. . . ". I knew it. I knew you guys were too worried about his ability to tour at this point in his career. Looks ...

dear liz: I'm glad that you feel that way. I'm trespassing on sticky ground, of making a private matter public about private matters made public that I am concurrently finding out about. I actually agree. I truly do. I am and always have been a romantic, albeit a burned one and I have been one who h...

:o liz: Mares Rule, fools that all men are: glad you like my centerpiece catch a gently rising star, catch our gently rising star. Love to LC Love Ever & Always forever, yes and dear, always. star of darkness, star of days nights like his don't easily slip away slip away, nights like this don't ...

I was conceived in the heat of the night born without sin, a mammal of light sputtering, spuming, raring at top speed stampeding clusters of stars in my wake heart of the goddess no mortal dare break I kick ass, I got class My mother is that patient pure stretch of sky and I AM Mama's Pegasus I am n...

"I need you to gently iron the folds in my soul, . . . to stay with me in this panic, . . . to judge them now, make them kneel".

I need you to know this is one masterful poem.

kudos and many thanks, grace.

Hello danny. "the cowboy" reminds me of jim morrison. Is jim morrison the cowboy? If not, what does the image say to you. Inquisitively, grace.

Dear Lizzy: Thank you for your kind appreciation. Where do I find such a gem?

yes.

this is absolutely beautiful.Who is the cowboy or shouldn't I ask?