Ever feel that pressure to be creative? But you have no idea what you are supposed to do to ease it? Like trying to plug in something when you cannot see the plug in? You fumble about sure that you were just about to connect then it just doesn’t happen. You would be frustrated but … More connect
She was a tiny thing, shivering against the windowpane. She loved to watch the rain fall. She didn’t mind being small, in this world this was all it was. Rivers raced down the glass so thin while her hot breath fogged the view. She drew with careful precision, over and over, her name. The clock … More tiny
easy timed tones, like bells in the steeple
calling me home. Calling me to forgive my sins. The same for every soul
but my feet do hold and they grow roots. I will not go. I will not go.
center me to the place I been.
in the dark, alone, where no ones home.
in the dark, alone, where no one’s home. … More
INTO THIS DEEP 