“Life is either a daring adventure or it is nothing”
It’s a wild ride in this world. And, at times, a struggle to survive. Adventures are not always a wild flight to glory.
Born in Los Alamos, New Mexico, USA in 1949.
Grew up in Albuquerque from age 5.
I’ve never been able to stay away from New Mexico for long. This is a wild land (outside the cities) both in terrain and weather. Vistas that grab your soul.
I am not as much educated as learned. School bored me most of the time and it was all…
What is this thing?
Is it the flaxen-haired spirit
dressed in the coral-hued clouds of sunrise?
Or the breeze in the windchime?
The bird, or its feather?
It is a moment of surprise.
An instant -
by the continuity of life.
It cares not for fame or fortune.
No reputation can bend it
to the ways of needless conformity.
It flows freely
as the wind in canyons,
as the mountain storm
seeking the ocean.
takes in rain
giving substance to a wildflower.
with the cosmos.
All of this and more.
May Writing Experience:
Why Should You Read Poetry?
Why does a child pick up a shiny stone and hold it close to their chest?
Why do we sometimes cry at the beauty of a sunrise?
Why does the touch of a furry pet warm our soul?
I fell in love with this mystic art
in my teens when I stole my dads’ copy
of Walt Whitman.
I didn’t believe it was poetry,
no rhyme, a loose rhythm, so free
with words and emotion.
It broke all the rules
Song of Myself (1892 version)
BY WALT WHITMAN
I celebrate myself, and sing…