while we scamper outside in the sun they play in forests of emotion the good of day and the bad of night dream by the moon wish on the...

on a morning walk fingers are freezing the sun is doing such a poor job head down I turn into the wind leashes in hand for me never any...

someday my body will be old fruit wrinkled and clingy like an overdue harvest finally on the docket a long night ahead for my shadow too...

sometimes I wish I could rewind it all the way back to 10th grade or earlier modify my pursuits my look the fights losses fears the...

we have one foot in this world and the other in a dimension where it dangles free touching no bottom one philosophy for happiness that’s...

inside the blue egg of my patience something stirs a peck on a cracked thought? a peep before spoken words? a prayer for escape? in my...

For this seeker of Truth it was always a game of tag God’s breath on my ear a Holy jab to this soul’s ribs or Him tickling my intuition...

What’s the difference between pleasure, happiness and passion? Is one about cooking for yourself the other having friends over for dinner...

shadows edge from light like lies back away from truth buddies in the night

no one told me a writer marries the paper that wears no makeup no lipstick never does her hair or colors her nails or leaves the white...