Crescendo – A poem

Coursing through the piquant breeze, swirls of blood orange lifesparks Scrape across the saffron sands like delicate arpeggios. The tranquil fullness of life’s dulcet allegro Bolsters sagging courage with promises of paradise. Once buoyant blooms, long since faded, Lie in tangled heaps across the hallowed fields. The spirit, filled with tangy ripeness, Willfully begins the …

Artistic Vision

He realized more vividly than ever before, that art had two constants, two unending preoccupations: it is always meditating on death and it is always thereby creating life. –Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago The spark of life within us glimmers and shines, and occasionally adversity or blessing fans the spark into a bonfire. That animated nucleus …