For some
Home is everywhere and nowhere.
Free spirit.


Shell ✨🐚

A beautiful sunlit day
Michael and I do meet

Basketball to play
No one to defeat

I give Father Greeley's book
He shares Horace McKenna

Chicago and Georgetown look
St. Stephansdom, Vienna

                 Jesuits!

I am
so in love. with myself
that
when you said you loved me
I thought
I was talking to
myself

Why is poetry dying
when we still have the gift?
If we still have water
then we still have a ship.
We can sail to the places
these words take us.
We are still shaken
by the words that make us.
Why should we let poetry die
when there is so much to explore?
If only people read it
and discovered more.

Where are all the friendships
Where is all the trust
All the greed for wealth and power
Have taken them from us
How much can money really buy
What can the power bring
When we leave this world behind
We take with us not a thing
So cherish all your friendships
Don’t be afraid to trust
Then we all can come together
Make the world better for us