Having reached those "golden years" that aren’t necessarily golden I’ve given much thought to the passage of time, the past, the present and the future and how I see "old." Read more…

POEM.

A poem I once called "When Dead Flowers Blossom"

Some more poetry…

Inspired by our clock-driven society. We have a preoccupation with time that causes us to waste a great deal of it.

Japanese form of poetry. Highly experimental haikus. Spaced out poetry for the curious mind.

Poetry.

Time has no limitations.

Have you noticed the sunlight lasting had changed? Well, that is a good observation.

Brick walls never do anyone any good.