Flying Monkeys Trip Around The World In A Flash With Comments By Stephen Craig Rowe

The Flying Monkeys have been a bit silent for a time because of this and that.  Have been out and about, in and out and most curious, as flying monkeys are inclined to be.  They tend to stray free and alone, scratch poetry here and there while paint drys and canvas stretches to all horizons it seems as though there is a connection.  Poetry perhaps, fine art, or a desire to express a dash of light.  Light is most fond for those who see and take light within and without.  They walk free and never alone as the trees turn and leaves go fallen never forever alone and again.  And the Flying Monkeys shall fly again.  As ever be well.  Stephen Craig Rowe