Author: A.L. Buehrer

I always stare at graffiti on train cars and wonder…. The Red Robin a red robin is traced in bleeding paint not red like a rose or a rubylike blood–thin bloodnot bright and fresh, but not dry yetthe silhouette of the perching thrush is a shadow on the tanker cara bird that migrates by train the symbol of something someone perhaps the rainy… Continue reading The Red Robin

This is something everyone should do from time to time. It’s a great way to open your mind to new metaphors and break with old cliches. What I’ve done is, I’ve taken scissors to magazines and impulsively cut out words that appealed to me, then I arranged them into this poem. There’s just enough thinking… Continue reading Quantum Heartbeat: at a loss for words? Find some!

A quick note to anyone who falls into this blog tripping over Christmas. May your world glow from deep inside with the light of the infant Christ, and every star sing from it’s great distance with the voice of an angel. And if sometime this winter you awaken in the night feeling as if someone said something, know… Continue reading Merry Christmas