I have noticed recently, that there are a lot of demons about. They seem to congregate, quite unnoticed I’ll have you, in the waiting rooms of doctor’s offices and especially at airports. They walk about unencumbered, unnoticed by security because they are Continue reading
We often have interesting visitors during the night. Shy creatures with big eyes imbued with whirling pools of unfathomable depths. It is said, you are not supposed to look into them for fear they might steal your soul and leave you lost in a black fog like Alzheimer’s. I definitely wouldn’t want that, but I have to admit, I look into those whirling pools anyway. Continue reading
I wrote a children’s book called “If I Were a Caterpillar”. In the book, the caterpillar is going through the miracle of metamorphosis. While doing so, he is dreaming about becoming the regal monarch he knows he is destined to be. He is reveling in that great Continue reading
The song of the bluebird
rises sweet from the park Continue reading
Pigeon Picasso had a bird’s purpose
to whitewash and paint San Francisco;
the one that was, was growing drab
with gray cement and dirty halo.
So, he took to eating raspberry jam
and splatter-dabbed rich ruby reds;
even the statues regained some luster
as Pigeon Picasso wrought brighter heads. Continue reading
painting by Richard Rensberry Continue reading
It is on occasion, after a day of drenching rain, they come out to play. Rain is music to their earthly souls, a primitive reminder of the percussion of sex, the need to partner-up and get down to some serious love making in the wet grass and dirt as lightning bugs and stars ramp up to flicker.
In the Amish Country, night crawlers are not neighborhood hoodlums. They don’t hang around on street-corners at two o’clock in the morning smoking pot. They aren’t out dealing Meth or accosting senior citizens for some meager amount of cash to buy a hit of crack cocaine. Continue reading
Sometimes traveling means different things. This week was a rather rough and tumble Continue reading
This year the Michigan Lighthouse Festival was held in Paradise, Michigan, and living not to distant from Hale, Michigan, this trip was dubbed the Hale to Paradise trip. Paradise is about fifteen miles short of the shores of Lake Superior, where we were scheduled to have a vendor space at the Community Center for the Festival.