After seven months of abstaining from alcohol, my wife and I toasted the harvest last night with a glass of champagne, a gift from our

Fiction, memoir, and musings, from Minotaur Productions
After seven months of abstaining from alcohol, my wife and I toasted the harvest last night with a glass of champagne, a gift from our
Everything was in Harmony. I was complete. Then descended the Fire, consuming My round balanced table. But It released the fount Of untold blessings, The
“Our father is oldhe has a young one, best lovedonly son of his Mother. His brotheris dead. Don’t take him, please. Wewill give you our
My father’s father, A man of stone, steel, his wife, Cornucopia, Table ever full. My father mapped the inner Space, architecture Of the mind, so
I asked the Lord, “why Am I always being smacked Around? Am I not Your son?” He said, “Son, Your power is greater Than all
When I am on my Own, my words dance from my mind To my tongue, fill the Air with joyous song. When I am with