Just last night I dreamt of my deceased Grandma. We travelled across the parched land.

Dividing the seven Liberal Arts, (Astrology, Geometry, Grammer, Arithmetic, Rhetoric, Music and Logic, into three roads (Grammar, Rhetoric and Logic)
in order to describe the realms of higher learning.

A poem about dreams and nightmares and the mystery and terror they can bring.

Facing the dreaded digital future with trepidation.

Birthday wish for my lover.

Life is uncertain and subject to ups and downs, blossoming like the rose, only to wilt shortly thereafter. While reaping the fruits of our efforts in life, we must also contemplate life’s ebb and flow and resign ourselves to the inevitable.

This poem is dedicated to Baby Bear and Panda Bear.

The mind is drowning in doubt…

Memories of a lady that once captured my heart.

About a meditation experience I had.