Ah, poetry, spring is really giving birth to my creative writing these days. Though this one leans toward the sad side. Within us, there are always sad corners, dark spaces, I believe. I cannot imagine anyone living the perfect life. There are times, we slip into the gray, yes? And they need voices too. ——————————————– … More Home
Sleeping seed, awake to the rain that nourishes your roots and helps you to grow, uncurl through the womb that grips you, the moist damp soil that cradles you. Feel the soil tremble and the pebbles, shudder. The skies open and release. A deluge with the crash of thunder. Under the terrible moody skies. The … More Yearning
We are humans capitalizingour opposable thumbs. Stomping ‘Unique!’ within the crowdof our cookie cutter crumbs.brief and beautiful, snowflakes melting in the heat of a palm. tick tock tick tock All is gone. Humming bird 2019 How brief our time on earth. How fragile it beats for us. … More Tick-Tock
INTO THIS DEEP 