Like a pilgrim

Smoky Mtn.

The Smokey Mountains are stunning and heavenly. But when you visit via the tourist spots, it is not fun. Too many people. Too many people being noisy and not sensitive enough to the awesomeness that surrounds them. Quite frustrating. This poem came from that experience…..

Endlessness and home

Angels and Lutes: Inspiration

I’m intrigued by the number of historical paintings depicting angel musicians, and there is always at least one angel playing a lute. I am in the beginning stages of my journey with the lute, and am completely in love with it. It’s quite a special instrument. So I’ve decided to start a series of poems […]

Allemande – a scene, a lyric