unearthly singing from out the middle air….@ellenboscov

Hiking in the woods this morning these lines made me think of poet, playwright, composer, word dancer, Ellen Boscov Where had he been, from whose warm head out-flew That sweetest of all songs, that ever new, That aye refreshing, pure deliciousness, Coming ever to bless The wanderer by moonlight? to him bringing Shapes from the […]

Open wide the mind’s cage door

Sometimes the hardest thing is beginning a thing. The first word. The blank page. I have to remind myself always to stop and listen. The story is out there. I only have to follow it. Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home: At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, Like to bubbles when […]