I’m building a Fairy House and I wrote this poem while I painted the door.

I wrote this in memory of someone very near to me – recalling each and every minute sequence which I still recollect.

I found this old poem while packing and it fits the weather here tonight.

Beautiful madness, “Po’s” musings, nightmarish, ghastly fantasies, soulful memories linger, intolerant children, watching women cry.

Troglodyte – a person unaquainted with the affairs of this realm – writes a journal on his adventures underground on terrific Triond.

Is sanity merely something derived by people who wish to live in a harmonious society, or does it truly exist?

Describing what utopia means to me, here is my “dream world”.

This is my motto on life.

A poetic and philosophical inquiry into the futility of editing the past with an admonition to cherish the present and care for others.

A moment’s reflection after the day’s events reveals new insights. To take time to muse can be a fruitful experience.