—————————– I hold within my palm a rock it is smooth and shaped like an egg the colors like calico wet with rain it comforts little my ache it mends me not when torn it is just a rock and it lays in silent jest if it had a mouth it would be smirking “I … More Keepsake
My son would have turned 20 yesterday. Moving out of his teens, something to celebrate. But he will be forever 19. I made it through the day ok. I think with all the crying I have done in the last two weeks, was a preparation for when his birthday would arrive. Today, I finally started … More SEEDS
I have been down in the deep. Weighted in the murky gray and ignoring the calls to free myself of the seagrass that have tangled about my feet. Processing. Processing. Processing. Being kind to myself has never been an easy place to live in. It is easier to be alone. Saw a friend today, it … More DEEP
INTO THIS DEEP 