Morning Sketch, a poem by Ken McKeon Posted on 02/14/2015 by Michael Gray Grace never entered his mind as he stumbled down The early morning waking ways of this brightening town. Dogs came to his mind as...
Standing at the Bus Stop. Posted on 02/10/2015 by Michael Gray Many years ago when I was living and working in Montreal, I stepped into an alternate stream of time. As I always did on...
Everything I learned, I learned in Kindergarten Posted on 02/03/2015 by Michael Gray This phrase, if we were lucky enough, may remind us of a time when we were very young and able to make friends with...
Dumpy’s Way–a Turtle Poem by Ken McKeon Posted on 01/31/2015 by Michael Gray The turtle’s name was dumpy, It pawed away and nosed up the spare Dry turf beneath the loose wire fencing That kept our small...
Being Mansanto Posted on 01/27/2015 by Michael Gray Something incredible arrived in yesterday’s mail. Inside a five-pound flat of chocolates, I found a manila folder containing a sheath of legal papers. At...
Be Here Now Posted on 01/20/2015 by Michael Gray The Time, Space, Knowledge vision offers a new way to “Be Here Now”—a way that runs deeper and wider than what is possible when...
A WESTERN TALE, AN UPDATE–Poem by Ken McKeon Posted on 01/16/2015 by Michael Gray The way the old time long ago childhood tales had it, The rip-snorting gun-toting hard riding cowboy named Joe Rode into a just framed...
Limitations Posted on 01/06/2015 by Michael Gray “If we consider lower space as a chamber, then meanings might be thought of as echoes which sound out its walls. But in fact...
Inside the Bystander Self. Posted on 12/30/2014 by Michael Gray “As bystanders, we start from a position of not-knowing and never really advance beyond it. Situated at a distance from what needs to be...