I am wretched, or so I believed. grace could not be found at the bottom of anything. So, I began to gather enough feathers to make some wings. I began to test them, try their strength. But you would soon give chase and tear at me. Tossing my pieces out to the wind. Though bruised … More Fly
Let us have a chat. Why not? The air is nice, the sun is out, there is a babbling brook near by. And the wind will be warm, as it softly touches our cheek and races on. It can be anywhere. Perhaps you prefer a mountain trail, or the cool damp of sand between your … More Take a walk with me
Found a box of my doodles. I could not help but to smile as I leafed through them. Some dating back to High School, others are 20 to 30 years old. Edges torn, coffee spilled on, but I still kept them. Each one with a short story attached. A memory. A space in time where … More Doodles
INTO THIS DEEP 