A golden fists silently fits Inside the velvet glove Covered complete The violence reaped Unintentionally it goes on I can’t escape My terrible fate Why didn’t I just flee Although I regret The stage is set Until the curtain falls on me

My name isn’t Sam. I won’t pester you to eat Foods that have somehow managed to survive years beyond their shelf life. I won’t ask you to do silly things like give mice cookies or milk in glasses. Instead, I’ll invite you to come spend…

Hagalaz   Hail brings devastation A chaotic nature from birth Hagalaz will make or break A test of your self-worth   To defeat, one must show grace Show courage and defiance, Looking impossibility in the face If weak, death is your alliance   The cold…

The fire burned low And a chill found my bones As in the desolation of the moment I waited The wind outside howled And the rain began to pound But still I sat with my eyes fixed on the door The candles flickered And the…

. I wonder… can you see it? There it is!  That plumage – how can you miss it! There it is again, and now it’s calling its mate. Can you spot it?  There! Can you see that tuft of grass? There near those rocks. Maybe…

8. Advice to my Children My advice to my children, Education! Education! Education! Nothing better to open an individual’s mind Where there is love for learning, you will find.   Seek knowledge from the cradle to the grave, this injunction,  you must follow, will guide…

As an avid reader It is always a Life changing experience To find Not merely a book But a series Which will touch you Long after the book Or the series Has ended My hat is off To Ms Gabaldon For providing just that And…

I despise cranberry sauce, Stand-up comedy, black licorice, Jazz with words, and whistling.   I love Ink joy gel pens, scary stories, children’s books, And sea turtles.   I think all of these qualify me as a perfect seventh grade teacher.

There is a ghost under the old oak tree, dreaming of a past life when he roamed free   Confined to this place now where he loved and toiled, still wearing clothes stained with sweat and soil   He wonders, how much longer is his…

He loved everything airy and light: traveling and laughter, unicorns and weed. He hated everything in the deep: Deep thoughts and conversations, emotions and being loved. And he hated me.