Xanadu
 

Tight seat with tight belt. Through the window there’s  invisible stars. Downwards, countless  lights merge into one. All the footprints ...

Steam rises gently, Her hands dance with spice and love,  Home tastes warm and safe. One bite of the rich And flavorful cinnamon, ...

Through the spring window is a bright burst of new green— great times are coming. The birds are singing, they are on their schedule—...

Shifting colors blend with the route we travel, a moving painting of mountains and plains. Reaching across the canvas touching the...

Tiny legs in fabric.  Pants enlarged, a funny sight. Mom’s style, my world. Adventures await, cuffs glide, every step gets closer. Muddy...

for Louis Jenkins The soul is a patient learner. It takes into account every word that comes out of the instructor’s mouth. Blind spot....