An Important Note:
I write many of my stories in series. You’ll find links to some of the continuing pieces in the “Related” sections below each post. If you like what you see, click on to the next and read more. Thank you, and enjoy!
A Bit of Background
I am a writer of poems and short stories best viewed as pictures, not verse—for instance: the vivid blue of a Paris street illuminated by a harvest moon and a lovers’ quarrel at 3 AM; the sunlit yellows of a Kansas wheat field in a rolling epic of the American West. Panoramas, landscapes and close-ups.
Filled with the realization that one will eventually wake from the dreams of childhood, those dreams, though doused, are never fully extinguished. Life is change, life goes on; dreams remain forever. Find your dreams.
Since my late teens I learned of Eastern mysticism through the writings of authors like Hesse, Huxley, Kerouac and the Beat Poets; and more recently Alan Watts. In my twenties, I traveled across the country with a backpack and a few dollars in my pocket, hopping boxcars and hitchhiking across much of the continental United States.
In these travels I learned how to survive life and its changes on my own terms. One of the most important things I gained was the understanding that Enlightenment is not a state of mind reserved for monks and priests, but the Tao in us all. We see it in the baseball pitcher who dusts his shoe with his glove, then sends a beautiful curve ball across the plate without a sweat; the worker who scrubs the floor humming in the middle of the night; the taxi driver who cuts through impossible traffic, not missing a turn, smiling and tooting his horn.
I’ve written most of my life. When I was eight years old I wrote the story of Pinocchio and made a book with pictures; pages sewn together with needle and thread. My first publication! Now in my later years, I’ve learned the difference between an original idea and a copy. And I’ve learned a bit about editing those stories and sharing them. Please, feel free to join me in my adventures.