Good artists borrow.  Better artists steal.

The end of the evening, when everyone's about to leave and head for warm beds and gentle therapy.

Lit, a poem

Minnows swarming surround you, feel all them eat you Feasting smiles entertained too soon will disappear

What are our fundamental rights as human beings? “…you’ll have fun, fun, fun, ‘till your daddy takes the T-bird away”

As one who has just died finds their bearings among the many rooms of death, they quickly stumble upon a set of circuit breakers. Down a short hallway, past the closets that hold Jupiter, Saturn and assorted brooms, mops and cleaning supplies. Past the courtyard where all the unused tornadoes are kept.

We are let to fall, never learning the lesson of Icarus. Daedalus was a fool to not know that lovers will always reach for the sun.

ever wonder why bodhisattva's stare at walls?

From bitter searching of the heart,
Quickened with passion and with pain
We rise to play a greater part....