Overtime, inevitably, roots will show. Life if formed from and based on roots. Allow them to be there. Let them show. Let them comfortably…
Wild Asters by Sara Teasdale In the spring I asked the daisies If his words were true, And the clever, clear-eyed daisies Always knew.…
I carry the shame Of the impoverished upbringings of my parents. Abuse and neglect. I can’t wear stained or torn of illfitting clothes when I…
I chatter at it and Batter at it and still it is not fixed. The ages old self-diatribe I am not enough, I am…
Chaos has been averted and contained Corralled and restrained. We left it behind. A Full moon now, Bright shadows smile at us as we…
SUNLIGHT Sit in the Sunlight. Savor it, Surrender to it. In those rays are Hope… For peaceful moments, Blissful ease of being. Go sit…
Looking for permission, I look everywhere. I’m looking at you, can I be here? Or there? I’m questioning my every move, each thought, every…
My girlfriend commented once after driving into Denton down my street, Gay Street, that there seemed to be a lot of crooked little houses.…
We celebrated Fiona’s miraculous presence in our lives with a meet the baby party yesterday. She’s two months old. I had written a poem…