And the heavens opened

I have sat in a drought plagued literary terroir for a long time sending out messages which I in my thirst thought were falling on sealed ears, ears which turned my cries away. I was a cast away and the ships that past my barren and bereft prison saw my fire but did not bend their course to rescue me or so I thought.

The truth washes all my disillusionment away. The heavens opened and not rain but the fruit of fertile minds rained down upon me. From Sweden, England, Nigeria, Texas, Brooklyn, beautiful Brooklyn home of poets, singers and saints, horror stories, travel and adventure tales, poems, art, I am awash, I am humbled and shamed by my lack of faith.

The beauty which is shared with me on the condition that I share it with you astounds me. I have a bounty now too great for one magazine but still send me your works we will in the due course of time send them forth to change the world.

Peace to all artists and recognition for making the world a place where all can walk in beauty.