Forgiven.

Being lost in the sea of hate…

Looking deeply into what is right there around you and how it pulls the depths of
love to a new level.

Sometimes I wonder where these thoughts come from.

A four part Haiku.

Wrote this as song lyrics, back in the 80’s. Pick up your guitar and put a tune to it.

An extract from my continuing story Wanderer, it introduces the town of Goldhall, however the description of Goldhall is actually set at a time much later to when the rest of the tale is going to be set. this is so the reader can tell the difference. Enjoy:P.

Fading away.

I could never learn speed reading, but one thing I could do was to live in my mind that which I read. I suppose in some way, all do that, but it made deep impressions upon my mind, upon my soul. I picked information out of tidbits of narratives of others. Later these nuggets were tested and became mine or were discarded. As a reader, as a writer, the question of “Where Have I Been?” brings to mind the local, the other states, other countries, continents and finally the universe. Time and space are of no consequence, nor a limitation. If an author can write it, I can in my mind live it as if I were there. That is where I have been.