The Art of Being
I am here I am there Lingering Moments Don’t last Savor Memory Bending twisting So pliable Almost unbreakable I think Lingering Moments … More The Art of Being
I am here I am there Lingering Moments Don’t last Savor Memory Bending twisting So pliable Almost unbreakable I think Lingering Moments … More The Art of Being
Splotches of paint thrown on the canvas of my mind Dripping, slowly through my words … More A Drift
I could hear them through my smell. Walking through a canopy of trees I stumbled into their conversation Crisp, cold ice dancing with mossy, rich mud. Greeting one another. One yawning, ready for rest Nodding wearily The other smiling … More The Reunion
January 3, 2017 imperfect – i’m perfect! Thank you Baron Baptiste for setting me straight on that word. What a difference an apostrophe makes! Everyday we choose how we look at our selves, and what we say to ourselves. Do we use the apostrophe or not? It is our imperfections, those cracks that Leonard Cohen … More Imperfection: Walls or Waves