What lays beyond the Sunset, in the darkened dying Day; once the raging Sun’s last brilliant Fire has burned blue skies into gray? Is there still Life amid the Silence and is there still color in the Night? Can a Rainbow live in the Darkness, held aloft in soft starlight? When the Moon falls into … Continue reading End Of Day/Ends Of Days
…still among the myriad microwaves, the infra-red messages, the gigabytes of ones and zeroes – we find words, infinitesimally small, byte-sized now, tinier even than science lurking in some vague electricity where, if we listen we can hear the solitary voice of that poet telling us… Continue reading A Tension To Detail
The colloquialism “making ends meet” is derived from a Middle English expression, which refers to the tightening of one`s belt – where one`s appetites are drastically hindered, due to financial inclements. Implied is the premise that one is not of a sufficient revenue to be comfortable with the persistent tightness or laxity of the proverbial … Continue reading Dollars Require Sense
CANNES, FRANCE – The Marlboro Man is having an identity crisis.
The Leo Burnett advertising agency, which created the iconic macho cowboy, said a new study it conducted found that half the men in most parts of the world don`t know what is expected of them in society and three-quarters of them think images of men in advertising are out of touch with reality.
Most ads have lumped men into one of two groups — the soft, caring type known as “metrosexuals,” who are comfortable with facial peels and pink shirts, or the stereotypical “retrosexuals,” who remain oafishly addicted to beer and sports.
Not long after my beloved departed for the Greenhouse, did my son come toddling into the room. I was still lying in bed (half-awake/half-asleep) as he came into the room, murmuring “Da-Da?” and wiping the sleep from his eyes. I raised my head and beckoned him with my hand, and he scurried onto the bed … Continue reading Become Who You Were Born To Be
The Night has come… I wish to be embraced with it – and in it. I wish to be surrounded by the Black. No sleep for me, I can rest not – for I am beckoned by the Cicada Songs and rustle of the late evening breezes of mid-Summer. I want to run, through the … Continue reading But Now I See
In response to a recent article, I was asked by several people as to why I prefer home-schooling to the Public/Private alternative. It is a fair question, and one I certainly do not mind briefly exploring with you all – as well as with others… First, let me explain that I myself attended Public School … Continue reading “…go out from their midst…”