Filed by Fletcher Moody — Literary Correspondent I was sent to La Honda, California, on April 23, 1965, to cover a police raid on the home of a novelist named Ken Kesey. Kesey had written two novels by then, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest and Sometimes a Great Notion. The first had made him famous and paid for a log-and-stone house in a stand of redwoods in the Santa Cruz Mountains, where he kept a kind of permanent open house. The young people...

Our Story and Poem of the Month for June has very kindly been chosen by Drew Gummerson.

The Endless Wait Those voices in the dark waters are calling. Here they are, for there’s no escape. Like being inside the depths of no return. Although waiting for Christmas Day. That surely will never come! It’s the end of the line; they're drowning. While facing Pyramid Head. They all follow the same fate: Lost hope, forgotten memories Only the siren in the deep. Reaching for someone, to take their hands, They squeal with a loud cry. “Let go!...

Without You Find me wandering, like a frantic fly trapped in a dying room, buzzing blindly against the window pane, hunting for a ghost from his past. What if you had stayed right here? We are drowning in the noise of the chatter, You see where this is going. There is no relief from the toxic spray On consolation left in this broken bond. I looked to you, desperate to stay, afraid to stray. We were supposed to be stronger, beyond hesitation...

It's America's 250th anniversary today. This weekend too, marks a significant birthday for me, I was born July 2nd 1966,. three years after The Cuban Missile Crisis and the assassination of John F Kennedy in Dallas, Texas. I grew up in the shadow of the bomb, the Iron curtain, the Berlin wall, The Cold War. I can remember 50 years ago, the summer of 1976. We watched on our TVs, listened to the radio stations across the Atlantic, the 4th of July...

Fruits Wrap this tapestry in holy love, sweet nourishment from God above. If one desires to peel its layers, The harvest yields in constant prayer. Savor the taste of juicy fruit fed by the spirit’s deep-seed roots. Layered with inner, unquenchable joy, A peace that no critic can ever destroy. Having embraced ‌faithful patience, We wait for the fruits of true repentance. Each seed of kindness is designed to leave a divine taste. Far sweeter than...

The Frequency of Channing What an attempt to massacre their innocence Just as their confidence blossoms, like a gem in full transparency. Open your portal of abundance, breaking their illusion of what should Be your higher self moves through the blue, where only time will tell. Wealth frequencies manifest billionaire status. Align with financial Freedom welcomes the energy of wealth. Luxury and riches attract a grand mind, unlocking...

Filed by Fletcher Moody — Literary Correspondent I found the name before I found the boy. It was the summer of 1839, the week of the Fourth, and I was in Liverpool stringing waterfront news for a paper in New York that wanted arrivals, cargoes, and the occasional face worth a paragraph. I read the crew articles the way other men read the racing sheets. On the list of the St. Lawrence , down past the able seamen, among the boys and the ordinary...

Close Your Eyes Gray clouds float over the crimson and white lighthouse, while the earth, a blue marble, spins past other planets. It whisks by, bound by an invisible cosmic thread. In the way it moves, close your eyes and hear the spring breeze. Among the trees, capturing an unbroken flow. Our ecosystem weighs the fresh water running downstream, Where all connections meet. The tropical rainforest is a place with many species. Oh, what beauty...

Awaken Intuition Breathe the sacred breath of life, Attuning the vessel to the Higher Self. Focus on breathing, As those thoughts disappear. Rising like passing vapors. Observe and return to breathing. Relieve all anxieties, Of spirit, heart, and flesh. Notice the rise and fall of your chest. Manifesting the miracle within. In this moment, become calm in mind. Close your eyes, surrender those restless thoughts. Calming brain waves into ambient...