Author: Roy Compton

What depletes me? How do I avoid burnout? How do I recharge? Song of the Shattering Vessels by Peter Cole Either the world is coming togetheror else the world is falling apart—          here—now—along these letters,          against the walls of every heart. Today, tomorrow, within its weather,the end or beginning’s about to start—          the world impossibly coming together          or very possibly…

Who’s truth? How do I know it? Is it an inside job? Dan-Boy By Eugene Marckx Narrated by Eugene Marckx Dan was in Community College, but he quit. His loans began to mount up. One thing Uncle Jim and Aunt Reva taught him – “Dan-Boy, don’t ever owe nobody no money.” Dan had a part-time…

Who is that in the mirror? What do I want to see? What do I really see? Much Madness Is Divinest Sense Narrated by Eugene Marckx Much Madness is divinest Sense ―To a discerning Eye ―Much Sense ― the starkest Madness ―‘Tis the MajorityIn this, as All, prevail ―Assent ― and you are sane ―Demur…

How do I find my loving heart? Do others know my heart? How does my loving heart speak? Bonds of Trust By Eugene Marckx Narrated by Eugene Marckx Here is the mother – dying – from a disease or from abandonment? The daughter tends to her. The father hasn’t time. He’s at work – desperate…

Where I ended. Where someone points. I just proceed. Seduction by David Shumate Narrated by Eugene Marckx I didn't shoo off the two women evangelists who rang my doorbell.Instead, I invited them in to explain the workings of heaven whileI cooked barley and bean soup. I asked one to mince the onions.The other to slice…

What shatters my image? How do I undo the crack? What Image do I project? The Second Coming Narrated by Eugene Marckx Turning and turning in the widening gyreThe falcon cannot hear the falconer;Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhereThe ceremony of innocence…

Where did my song come from? Who do I sing it to? Do I have the faith to sing? A Song of Silence It was long ago but that silence comes back like a soft-whistled lullaby with clean air floating in after and I could just give myself over to dreams – and see things…

Why did I come here? What am I supposed to be doing? Is anyone here with me? Song of the Lover                         I He saved her from the sea and was almost drowned to bring her in risking all to spare her but there beside him on the shore she failed no matter how he…