Rites of Passage

Our experiences being handed up to rising stars, our youth, progeny, future. Media of all types and norms, hieroglyphs, petroglyphs, visions of the future recreated from past. Inspiring and witnessing greatness and passion

Never Spent

Colors fading, roe depleted Vibrant purpose Still within Another life Another season Regenerate a generation From without and then again From within Progeny bolting forward Not one but all Around again Know from what they came A scale from one to ten It only counts if you're counting From without and then again From within

Baby Hair

I was rubbing her soft downy hair, hoping she would return to me and scared to death she wouldn’t. She’d been beaten, hurt, and she was controlled by alcohol, trying to pretend she wasn’t really damaged. “Go to hell," I heard her say to Steve this morning, “You don’t control me.” I knew she was... Continue Reading →

Mother’s Day

We seem to live all the same scenes in our lives, maybe trying to get beyond the troubled times, work them through?  Nah, I’m stalling with this story, the preamble to what is important. Norin looked at me skeptically, and asked again “What’s wrong? I see it in your face, something is wrong.”  I thought... Continue Reading →

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