This page is copy from my other blogs for use on my Pod-cast. Friday, January 13, 2017. I had another of those dreams. I was walking My feet hurt I looked down they were bleeding. I left foot prints of blood on grey stone. No morning no night . I was near a sea. Squadrons of them slowly going down. Eternal Father, strong to save,. Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,.

Friday, October 14, 2016. I have an idea for two little stories. In one I buy an old rotary phone at a flea market. I take it home plug it in, and dial my childhood phone number. Time has twisted on itself somehow via the mixture of old, and new phone technologies, and patched me through to 1960. So there I am with my Mommy on the line. Our phone lines stretching 55 years to connect us. The platform has shed forty seven years.

Friday, June 10, 2016. These are images of Boy Zeus, the Great Youth, as worshiped in ancient Crete - or at any rate as I conceive him. Thursday, June 9, 2016. Tuesday, June 7, 2016. He is the god of commerce, communication, merchants and thieves. He is the luck god.