*Spell Book*

I Hear A River...  It is easy to imagine sound as a river, With all its twists, Changes in pitch, Gentle or fierce. I hear silence as the ri...

Dream Visions is an antique book of sheet music that I purchased many years ago. It's a series of waltzes. I love the cover art. I sca...

Antiquity Went Green...  In the verdant springtime of mankind, The world was lush and rich with life, Varied of color and shape, ...

Battle Cry...   It used to shriek and ding, Now it softly groans om, The drumbeat of sleepy feet, Never truly rested, Off again to be tested...

Wistful Thinking - Columbia...  https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Columbia_(name) The people's goddess, Part caricature, Lady Liberty'...

Melodic Nostalgia...  Sometimes they come to me, An ear-worm in a box frame of faded memory, Playing over and over in my head, Bringing me t...

Old Songs And Karaoke... I was told as an early teenager that I sang like a frog, Of course that crack made me jump back in the pond, Not so...

Boing-Boing-Bang! How I long for the internet of yesteryear, The simplicity and easy read, The uncomplicated pages and sweet graphics, The p...

Touch O' The Night... The constellation Orion snapped with a Galaxy S10. They say space is the final frontier, I'd have to a...

Alien Holiday... Are elves really green? I mean, Like Vulcans in love, Crazy in a strange and magical way, Driven to toy-making as a form of...

Circular History... I dream of esoteric knowledge lost to the steel march of Rome, Of Druids among trees, Branches burned by empire, A dusty...

A Tree Of Celebration... Rooted in the lower world, Land of spirits and ghosts, Loved ones from seasons past, Their stories remembered once ...

Nearing Solstice... A cool crisp night, Sharp pretty stars hidden by charcoal clouds, I sit outside with a jacket, Shivering out poetry to t...

Sartia's Halo Polish... Even halos get dulled, Centuries of flights in all weather, Missions of mercy and constant scenes of agony, The ...

Rowan's Promise... Rowan had long locks of hair, The color of Autumn fire, Streaked through with chestnut brown. Her eyes like amb...

Flying At Night... Meditation brings a deep buzzing, Like a power line resting on your body, Through your very bones. Suddenly you are free....

All The Things Santa Ana Left Us... The mountains so pretty, Green after a fresh rain, Golden when dry, Boulder-strewn and dotted, They unde...

Where There is Smoke... The scenes look like a fire-breathing minister went to confront the rattlesnakes in the desert brush, Probably with ...

Pastoralis... The vista is immense, Expansive and panoramic, At once immediate and timeless. A water buffalo lives next to a Holstein steer,...

Life On The Small Screen... All motion ceases as the world comes into focus, This narrow lens that feeds our minds like a fire hose, The str...