Drums

When those drums in Africa stop beating it’s over. Done. The drums are a heartbeat. The heartbeat of the Mother, stopped dead in Her ancient rotation. The sins brought against Her have not gone unnoticed. The abuses ravaging Her flesh, bones, blood and organs as this is written. In the 15th Century “great” men looked … Read moreDrums

Something about Bones and Dances…

No other place quiets the chatter in my head like the graveyard. Silence, tinted with rainbow flashes… Whispers. Meaningful whispers. Whispers that take true effort to flash in on a sigh of a breeze. Rustling Leaves. Long and perfect fields and the constant flow of a well-kept house. Clean Stones. Love. Grief and Tears. Ideas. … Read moreSomething about Bones and Dances…