When The Words Fail

Sometimes in life we go through bouts of failure. No inspiration, the chips are down. Maybe you’ve lost a friend or a loved one. Maybe you’re behind on the rent. But whatever you’re going through? Never stop writing. Never stop creating. Find those things that mean the most to you. Let them inspire you. Dig…

Nick Tosches

And, of course, that is what all of this is – all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or…

The Blues

A wise old black man once told how to look at life and his words have stayed in my mind since and for many years. He said “When things go bad they could’ve been worse. And I’d rather play the blues than nothin” at all. ” ~ R.M. Engelhardt

The Outside World

As you get older the more things change – for the better or for the worse. Sometimes being a writer and becoming somewhat of an self-isolationist is like being in a sanctuary and finding your true self, your true voice and words. The outside world never goes away. It will always be there. ~ R.M….

Write.

WRITE. Manifest power in words. Write poetry. Name your own humanity. Ponder creation thru inner meaning. Find hidden voices in the universal consciousness of soul. Find yourself, and then return again. Poetry is the sacred religion Of both time & space older than Civilization itself. Poetry is dead. Poetry is living. Poetry is everything. Poetry…

Crossroads

Stand at the crossroads, and look, and ask for the ancient paths, where the good way lies; and walk in it, and find rest for your souls. (Jeremiah 6:16)

Resurrection

Looks can sometimes be deceiving. For every hero there’s a nemesis, and for every genius there’s a nothing. And for every new day there is always a night. The truth is not necessarily what you see or in the moment believe but exists in those things which you have made, created and that stand, that…

a leaf a stone an un found door

“. . . a stone, a leaf, an unfound door; a stone, a leaf, a door. And of all the forgotten faces. Naked and alone we came into exile. In her dark womb we did not know our mother’s face; from the prison of her flesh have we come into the unspeakable and incommunicable prison…