One from the Archives Mayflower girl surrounded by sins. East coast blue blood coursing through her veins. Santa Barbara born, raised in the bins, Escaped to New York to ease her pains. Poor little rich girl, embraced by the crowd. She’s danced like a goddess And the maker was proud. Watching as she groped for… Continue reading Ode to Edie: Andy’s Superstar
Ever since I first wrote this signature post for my blog I have had the pleasure of learning so much more and meeting so many new people through my blog and social media. So I wanted to repost it for those new and wonderful people that have become so supportive of my writing. Thanks guys,… Continue reading Who Knew?
History serves to inform and prepare. In order to learn we must be acutely aware. When all has been tried, nothing being a mystery, How are we expected to appreciate history? The most brilliant minds that came before us. The teachers, our heroes, and always the infamous. Einstein, Tesla and Salvador Dali, Allowing every sense… Continue reading History lesson
This has been one of my favorite poems since I was quite young. WE ARE SEVEN by William Wordsworth 1798--A SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death? I met a little cottage Girl: She was eight years old, she said; Her hair… Continue reading We Are Seven