~L. B. Nelson Warm Sun Breeze flowing through Work-worn Hands clapping Life-worn thumb harps Spring in rapid unison; Fiddle strings stroked Slowly up, Slowly down; Harmonicas inhaled exhaled; Double-time guitar strings Pulled then released swiftly in-between Children chatter, crying, laughter Flowing through people drumming Community humming Swaying their best give-take joy, Nutrition to all Souls; [...]

~L. B. Nelson one brown onion, raw cut of the dice; contact of the pile tossed produces sizzling juice, bubbling and spitting; a hot-oil crescendo short-lived, barely contained in the skillet. Carmelized morsels singed; a few burnt black, tastier still.

~L. B. Nelson An immense, fully plump, deepest blue-red, stop-and-stare Peonie; it had finished it’s slow, relentless, blooming transition, making the grandest debut. These sweet flowers become most fragile; their torn tissue petals eventually falling this way, that way. Strength slowly ebbs. This one filled my out-stretched hand completely. People did stop and stare. While [...]

~L. B. Nelson A note written at the request of Paulo Coehlo.  He wanted to know if I believed in Angels I believe in Angels. Angels can be as big as a planet or as small as a microscopic speck of dust. Angels can speak through a ray of sun, which then, can speak through [...]