Somewhere beyond reason is the me that you have lost. One who asks no questions and simply tempts the hand of fate. Your last chance, your one real hope, no
Riddles on the Road
And each entrant will ask one question. Where does the strength come from to see the end of the line? Surely faith isn’t enough. And while strength of heart is
Each time it’s the same. A small group of hikers. Then the sound of a young boy’s leg breaking, Like a matchstick. In an instant, there’s a call for volunteers.
Somewhere between my own ignorance and confidence, Is merely the thought of you. If I’m being an honest, It isn’t enough. The same golden hoop earrings you wore, The night
Across the glistening wooded terrain, And over the tawdry and now fallen bunting, He strides. Alone, but whole, Unsure, but hopeful, He makes his move. An interloper, A bandit, A
Mornings with Otis
And you brush past me, A well-dressed siren with no need for song. I eagerly follow. And you instantly look away, The uncomfortable silence of strangers reverberates off metal elevator
A Son Never Forgets
How many times has he answered the call? Even when you shunned him, a victim of your own security. When you were alone and trembling and facing a wall Of
Long Day’s Journey Into Light!
Good morning! And a hearty congratulations to you all!! This morning and throughout today, I hope you will join me in celebration. And as for the heading of “Thank God
“One” Is NOT the Loneliest Number
Hi again, gang. So, here we are. (And as above, and with all due respect to Three Dog Night’s “One,” today it’s far from lonely!) Yep, the goal is just