Writing

The Muse is a little girl Tow-headed, boisterous, hands on her hips,daring meto control her, mold her in my image, to worry about heras she

What of your rushed and useful life Have you paused and taken time to do nothing? Your rushed and useful life is satisfying, yet you

And what am I doing here  Sitting in the springtime chill of the ocean breeze as it ripples the water in the bay, the sun

From the stars and the pull of the moon She showed me how to discover my chart: Aquarius Sun, Libra Moon, Aries Rising. I have

I can’t talk about God and make any sense God knows I am an inconsistent friend and haven’t been in touch. I wouldn’t say that

And if you discover some old piece of your writing, or an old photograph, you may not remember and yetit will ring a bell and