The gears of meter are close at hand. Like a cyclone of numerical order we remain shackled by our own constructs. Free yourself, so you may free others.
Category: Poetry
Aeroplane
We All Shine On -Lennon
Picnic On The Presidio
It hard to see summer slip away... Communities of the sun gather in relaxed discussions, with libations, freshly brick ovens. Laughter and memorable moments always remembered. Sometimes we need to find ourselves off the GRID. Off The GRID
