My friend Baber continues to write wonderful prose and poetry on his blog.

I feel my muse stirring deep within, and wonder should I attempt to write poetry again.

There are seasons for expression, and seasons for enjoying the expression of others.

The winter cold is deep in my bones and endless cups of hot coffee do not keep my body warm but my mind and spirit are cozy and comfortable with these writings and links:

Bruce, Mauberly and of course Baber.