with a poetry reading coming soon, and nerves always the obstruction, I wonder if vocalizing a touch tipsy, would freshen the experience   take them on a road never taken, change the usual droll, straight delivery, to a stagger of words that trips dramatically throughout   until the theatrical concludes with the last line delivered, and I stand high at the podium and smile with a flair   yeah, I might try a carefully poured and delicately sipped shot of something   because I

same route, same trees and bushes, same rocks, same dogs and dog walkers, same time, every day   yet, Oliver loves this path we walk each morning, sniffing for the subtlest clues left in that last 24 hours   his leash never relaxes from boredom but tightens to examine every step along the way   while some mornings, I just drag, head down, past or future strapped to my back, missing the signs of life

I’ve tasted the bliss that spiritual books talk about.  This place beyond description that transcends anything life has to offer.  If you haven’t tried a sample yourself, let me say – this is not a buried treasure to be unearthed. You fall into it, or it tumbles into you.   And let me add - this ecstasy has all the taste and makings of the best Crème Brule, you’ve never had, and if ever delivered to your table, remember this:   You only get a half-bite before it’s suddenly ta