by Blake | May 4, 2020 | Contemplative
Christmas is an interesting time and celebration. I make these observations of this holiday at the risk of being called a Scrooge. My understanding is that the celebration is one for Christians to celebrate the birth of Jesus. December seems like an odd time for that...
by Blake | May 4, 2020 | Creative Writing, Poetry
Touch me. I am wind. White clouds caress open seas. Touch me. Be my friend. Quiet yields to whispering trees. Caress me. I am earth. The sweet smell of brown and green. Caress me. Give life birth. Rocky hills and hidden stream. Kiss me. I am sun. Golden beams cut...
by Blake | May 4, 2020 | Creative Writing, Poetry
The past is watercolored Prey of wind and showers The paint-brushed details are blurry Colors mesh together. Names, places, forever gone The spoken words are lost No lyrics left to the song Yet music still persists. now, over my bread and wine Sweet precious memories...
by Blake | May 4, 2020 | Politics
Freedom of speech is a fundamental right in every free society. All rights have ground rules necessary for them to be exercised in a healthy manner for all citizens. Some extreme expressions such as calling for immediate violence on co-citizens or graphic...
by Blake | May 4, 2020 | Creative Writing, Poetry
Cold touches me. Darkness engulfs me. The Universe surrounds me. Stars interlaced with clouds evidence the ongoing of space. I stand at the focal point of all that is. I know I am because I feel and perceive. I shake as the cool wind carries away my body’s heat....
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