Kiss Of Halloween’s Eve No~one casually strolled past the tall shrubs guarding the well kept house. He paused near the gated entrance, just outside the boundary where Halloween’s children were singing

Here I have a single dead button battery running a blue LED for over a week. Basic joule thief circuit, but using the magnet underneath the toroid I could make it stay lit after the basic circuit stopped.

I'll be under my tree, Where even those who know me Don't know where to find me Where I always am. Listening to the sounds Of the living world Dying at the hands Of the striving world. Where my feet touch

Please share this with anyone that you think might benefit from my experiences. The Nature of Addiction Why do so many people try to condemn and cast aside the people who have become victims of addiction?

This beautiful Three Sisters Garden was the result of a community effort between friends. All materials were freely shared without cost (with the exception of transportation for the rocks and soil). The

The tame bird was in a cage, the free bird was in the forest. They met when the time came, it was a decree of fate. The free bird cries, "O my love, let us fly to wood." The cage bird whispers,

We're going to make it. Everything is going to be all right. Ask an Elder. Or just listen.

Beebie decided to settle in earlier than usual that night. Finally at peace with himself and satisfied for his sudden good fortune he intended to take advantage for the kind of healing rest there never

Whether you find your inspiration in others, within one's self, or from the spark of divinity itself please do capture the moment in an expression of what ever talents you possess. How else will anyone

Creative inspiration can sometimes come from unexpected sources. The delicate blossoms of an apple tree under threatening skies inspired me to capture the moment. Ten minutes later after a springtime storm

Hi, I'm no one. Just a guy with varied interests. I like gardening, free energy, spirituality, creative writing and much else. In my future posts I will attempt to share some short stories and poems. Also,

Can you hear it Will you feel the wing feathers stroking life's rhythm Their fellows smell of your looking Pond-waves a telling Wolves will howl knowing the scent of desperate trysting Eagles will dash

The moment was particularly poignant for them due to it likely being the last time they might know each other as each other in the persona they had come to love in such depths. They were together and that