It’s my barrier between worlds between introvert and extrovert between safety and anxiety I’m open to the idea of using it but for the most part it’s closed Only a few inches thick blocking out all noise keeping my thoughts inside for no one else…

“Follow me!” wafted on the breeze, then laughter like a melody. I ran towards the sound floating in the air, A friendly sprite perhaps with little care. The  trees were dark then parted to light, A secret pathway to my delight. “Follow me!” wafted once…

Going strong and fighting hard to keep composure. Fighting hard for fairness in life. For no cruelty in the world. For love and no suffering. For sunshine and no rain. The fight for fairness. The fight for joy and happiness. All worth the fight.

What is love if not welcoming you in from the heat with a cool glass of water? The seas bubble with the collateral damage of the vainglorious who rush to play in the water while the Dine thirst in an empty basin. The red man…

“I volunteered to untell the story. I came back to erase an idea Because some thoughts are meant to be buried Some before they even begin.” Rya, from the movie In the Shadow of the Moon (2019, Netflix)   On those humid summer evenings Pregnant stars…

Into the thicket I go, following the fairies of old. Away from pain, away from strife, Away from evil, away from life. Into the thicket I go, following the fairies of old.   – Diana Kristine

  What is Love? HE CALLS ME UGLY WORTHLESS STUPID ASSHOLE Why doesn’t he love me? He’s My DAD! I wont carry your words forward What is love? I AM STRONG RESLIENT AMAZING BEAUTIFUL What is love? I LOVE WHO I AM MEANT TO BE…

HOUR 8 DRIVER’S LICENSE ‘You have to drive in the USA!’ The mantra I heard, when I arrived, terrified me. It was wintertime, and two feet of snow in Rochester, NY. My husband taught me to drive, a manual transmission. “That’s real driving,” he insisted….

A cold, summer rain crashes into my cheeks turned up toward the pouring sky It stings my flesh Like tiny barbs Painful and soothing all at once My arms outstretch toward the sky My clothes cling to me As every drop comes to me With…

There’s three sides to every story My side, your side, and the truth. No one person sees it all, but Anyone can learn to sleuth. Ask your questions, open-minded, Really listen to replies Find connections, check your sources, Slowly sift out truth and lies Truth…