Rumble   Collective shudder, a rumble of national proportion, awakes me from deep sleep. Three AM, a time for rest, and blissful respite, disturbed by energy collective. Events, past present future occlude from available reality and Awarness Gestalt.   Movements unknown appropriate majority collective.  Shadow lands draw near with each national breath; A darkness that cannot

The Beginning of the Blog

This is where our blog begins. Thoughts and feelings collected over a lifetime. A Journey into Sounds, Sights, and Colors. This is a place for poets, musicians and photographers. Please join the conversation.  We would love to hear from you.

A Journey into Sounds, Sights, and Colors