Walking softly along the sodden sandy embankment My toes open, my soles bare,  I marvel at the swirling patterns, of minerals, clay,...

The Word The Word creates a rip, a tear A gash through the fabric of reality Your reality, her reality, their reality My reality sits in...

What do you believe? And why? Where did that come from? Who do you know that might share that belief? Beliefs are ideas that become...