Hour 14 A Pop of Colors In the secret world of desert blooms you never know which year will have just the right amount of rain to blast color from sand. They say carpets of multicolored hues will spread over the land. You tread a…

cw: none Another pair of kind hands entered the room. The canary tried to be good, like it knew it was supposed to be. The kind hands were gentle, and helped patch it up, and made sure the curtains were open. But it was too…

I’ve created a picture, much too vivid, Clear as day, there you stood, Ready for a commitment, To give all you could,   The picture lasted to long, it became a cinema, It never flourished in into much, Became a slight dilemma, I could only…

And of all the people I could have met, of all the people I could have loved, I met you, this wonderful, beautiful soul that is you, and it is so great, but there are times my heart breaks with the yawning distance, and though…

The sun rises, so do I, its time to leave it all, worries, mundane days, my old house, I am on my way. Let me pack some lunch, along some hope, oh, and my heart too.

Qualitative Data Collection ~ Research Evaluator re-search: to search and search again using what you have already searched through, to see if there may be another way to interpret findings. evaluation: to evaluate and balance each side of the picture with the other-side of the…

Not sad enough for poems Love no one at this time Have a cabin in the woods Small dog sleeps beside me Gray pickup has new tires Windows facing so much green Most bills paid up to date No aches or pains that matter Friends…

Have it shine all over you for the world to see. Because maybe then things won’t seem so life or death; maybe it’ll all finally coalesce & you can stop finding the solutions to your adversity at the bottom of a jack & coke.

Enclosed. Never me. I do not have a closet. I have a clause set. I set clauses because closets can be clogging-up our process. Or our progress can be compromised by counter claims and crosses. No need for closets, only secret Santa clauses, Be free…

What should we do with the body After the vultures have gone Poked, prodded and abandoned Of all dignity shorn. The crematoriums are bursting The pyres have all been lit They fill the graves and rivers Hoping the gods do their bit (Where do the…