With each one,I shed loss and pare away painUntil less human and less hurt remain.Seal it, think I’m once again sane. Yet still I search rooms,Scan every view,Whisper your names,Miss all of you. If you enjoy reading my posts, please like, comment, and/or subscribe. I’d love to connect with you. Check out my other poetry.…
The Time to Write
It’s that time of the year again. The sun is out enough to chase away winter grays, both perceived and felt. The air is warm, although still dry enough to crack the skin around knuckles. I’ve traded tea for coffee and pull myself out of bed before the sun to run and read and journal,…
To Sleep In A Sea Of Stars by Christopher Paolini: Book Review
There are so many ways I could start this review. Most are questions. Can you believe Paolini, the brilliant teen who wrote and marketed Eragon until agents picked it up, is now in his 40s? And writing adult sci-fi? Unrelated, but: is this year zooming by for you as well? It’s the mark of getting…
I came at this poem from an antagonistic mindset. That’s right; I was angry at someone and this was supposed to be a revenge poem. But isn’t it beautiful and special how writing and poetry can heal us?
I found inspiration for this poem over a hot cup of peachy green tea.
Ring-tailed Tibetan Long-tailed Short-tailed Werecats
Found inspiration for this story while on a walk in December.
Happy New Year’s Resolutions
I don’t know about y’all, but I have mixed feelings about New Year’s resolutions. Are they even effective? Or do they simply set us up to be disappointed when we don’t lose the weight or reach the goals or earn the salary? Who knows.
Cocoa Beach, FL 2022: Space Coast Marathon
Loved walking on the beach with my twin as well. We strolled through Cocoa Beach the day before, enjoyed the race expo, and savored some excellent sushi at Nosh.
Body: clay, molded to imperfection, baked and glazed and baked and painted, placed at the edge of a three-legged table that shakes and shudders under no one’s touch. Mind: the table. If you enjoy reading my posts, please like, comment, and/or subscribe. I’d love to connect with you. Also, if my poems suit you, check…
If only from steel were we formedOr iron rebar, unbowed in storm.Dust-sculpted skin flakes from bone.Hearts ache from tragedy borne. If you enjoy reading my posts, please like, comment, and/or subscribe. I’d love to connect with you. Also, if my poems suit you, check out other poems I’ve written on my poetry page. © Copyright…