Humans are not like trees

I am in the most incredible place,A little land with a delicate tree or two,The sun is coy and scarce and sometimes shines,And slaps me in the face with warm truth. My glasses tumble off and break,My face burns from the slap,As quickly as it came it is gone again,And left in me the taste… Continue reading Humans are not like trees

Seasons at youth

When does the age of awareness kick in. I know there are large swathes of being a kid that seem gone from my memory but if I sit back and let the mind wander, it is astounding what pops up. In an era when there wasn’t a TV or radio in every room and tech… Continue reading Seasons at youth

A Bungalow.

When I was a kid, my parents started my older sister and I playing violin through the Suzuki method from the age of 3. I don’t remember much about it. Twinkle twinkle little star and masking tape markings on the bow showing me where to aim. I think it can’t be very pleasant listening to… Continue reading A Bungalow.

Tom Lyne