by Think In The Morning | Mar 12, 2023 | Words |
A tree filled with angels, bright angelic wings bespangling every bough like stars. William Blake’s childhood vision In the forest wood, among trees, without a path, trail, road, river, or star to find the way. Surrounded by dense underbrush, darkness and...
by Think In The Morning | Mar 2, 2023 | Words |
Moon river, wider than a mileI’m crossing you in style some dayOh, dream maker, you heart breakerWherever you’re goin’, I’m goin’ your wayTwo drifters, off to see the worldThere’s such a lot of world to seeWe’re after the...
by Think In The Morning | Feb 26, 2023 | Words |
“I think it’s your shell.” “I have a shell?” “Of course, everything does.” “Everything?” “Well, clams, mussels, scallops, abalones, armadillos.” “Have you ever seen an armadillo?” “No, but I’ve read about them.” “That’s hearsay. You can’t use it.” “Okay, beetles...
by Think In The Morning | Feb 22, 2023 | Words |
But his wife looked back from behind him, and she became a pillar of salt. Genesis 19:26 An ocean of fog lays over the headlands. It creeps up the rivers, slides up the trunks of giant redwoods, kisses mouths of ghosts who live in the space between sky and earth. A...
by Think In The Morning | Dec 5, 2022 | Words |
Robert Parker is old. He doesn’t feel old. He’s alone, as alone as he can be. No family. No friends. They’re all gone. Dead. Bad luck, disease, old age—one damn thing after another. He’s joined the ranks of Eleanor Rigby, Father McKenzie. He never thought he would....
by Think In The Morning | Oct 18, 2022 | Words |
They marched him up the steep stone stairs of the pyramid. He could barely lift his knees high enough to move from one stair to the next. They had drugged him. Mescaline, peyote or some similar psychedelic substance. All around him rang out the wild sounds of drums,...
