Spring Time
Tue, Mar 31, 2009
Arriving quiet like a thief in the night, Spring’s promise was nature’s to keep...
Sleepy's Corner
“What parent does not see a part of themselves in their child? So, too, could I see a part of my wife in what she created. From the porcelain and clay of her sculptures she gave form to dreams and inspired me to tell of this realm.
Few know of my desire to rhyme and write. It’s not a subject that comes up among my fellow carpenters. Still, as a contractor, I routinely help turn wishes into reality, so in this my poetic stories run much the same way.
As a parent and grandparent, I appreciate the purity in a child’s sense of the world far more than the perceptions we acquire, as we grow older.
The refuge for our innocence and wonder lies dormant in our dreams, and is awakened as we rest.
What I describe is not a world that needs to be made beautiful, but one that already is.”
Sleepy has been a member of Enchanted Folk since March 2008
Tue, Mar 31, 2009
Arriving quiet like a thief in the night, Spring’s promise was nature’s to keep...
Tue, Mar 31, 2009
That’s how the story began, as did all my grandmother’s stories. This one however she told with a kind of urgent conviction, as if she needed me to truly believe.
Tue, Jun 30, 2009
It was another perfect day, perfect in every way. But that was just how it always was on Candy Cane Island.
Wed, Sep 30, 2009
The words will come all dreamers pray as they prepare to write. Out my window reigns the full moon on this last autumn night. Should I put to parchment things I've heard about this time of year? And ring louder now the whispered stories that fell soft within my ears.
Wed, Dec 30, 2009
So quiet is the winter night as snow falls on the ground. A fairy perched atop a branch so too makes not a sound.
Wed, Jun 30, 2010
This piece was inspired by Susan Schroder's piece entitled Viridios. This one I liked a lot and really gave me the start to see the world she saw and still in my own way. ‘Tis the magic of a true artist…