The world has been lost. Gone into the unnamed void. We drink our coffee, put on our coats and go to work and sense that something is missing, aware something is no longer there. We have changed. We have forgotten who we are. Or maybe this is just the beginning of becoming, the transformation of the becoming of something new. Find the words unspoken. Find the voice that tells a new story for a new history as yet unwritten. This is your real job. To create that which has not yet been created.

The spirit lives as long as someone who lives remembers you

"The spirit lives as long as someone who lives remembers you"     An angel goes to her rest, Never more to suffer. God brings her soul to Heaven. Earth buries what she left behind. Lo, though we cry for her sleep. Alive, shall she always remain.   ~ Unknown     ________________ “Death steals … Continue reading The spirit lives as long as someone who lives remembers you

POEM WRITTEN JUST AFTER THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE

  No one around Not a single sound     Quiet.     Just like in the Movies where The world has just Ended, just like The calm before The storm   Or maybe just like Before a Zombie apocalypse   As I sit here alone In my apartment wondering Why I am alone perhaps … Continue reading POEM WRITTEN JUST AFTER THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE