Behind your secret eyes

Through the Eyes of a Bird in the Tulip Tree

The soul gives rise to the morning.

The golden, quick-dying forsythia languish

Long enough for the sky-born glint

A Dream Tutorial

It was just another day, another walk through Bern, Vienna, or Prague with their tidy lines, smart streetcars and tiny castles. I am walking away from something to another zone or point-of-view. I hear a shot, a call to arms, a hint of trouble, or the last cries of a dying man.

Distracted by anxiety {yoga and psychology}

until disruptive energy is discharged

How to Be a Writer

A few weeks ago, a woman asked me for advice about her teenage daughter. “She wants to be a writer,” the mother said. “What…

As if hidden, you are this

i am hidden, are you?

A shield strong as stone

behind the eyes of a writer: a series, part 17 & 18

Collide with me

{poetry}

collide with me

What would you write

would you tell me?

…What if

captivated, mesmerized, hypnotized