Whispers in the morning feeling so gentle on the inside he saw a blue feather laying on the isle he wondered to himself what could this mean just in time to see a little mouse so sweet. Nothing scared him most was to see a…

A lifetime of giving up hope has a way of offering preparedness for the acceptance of death, training for a triathlon of loneliness and trudging and no-help-when-you-need-it. Sonoma could have swallowed me whole. Boar tracks dried single file arching toward redwood oblivion. When there was…

It's been three decades since I was last there,up in your arms The world was kept awayI was safeLovedLovingEverything was new and brightIncluding me You picked up when I criedwhen I laughedwhen I needed you more than a dollYour heartbeat, against mineThe scent of Old…

Fitting around the house nothing much does make sense a few more hours to labor a full day without any rest come on now lets do our best lest we fall and not get any test Zipping, slipping, sliding along rustic leaves tossle in the…

What if there was peace on earth and no knowledge of violence What if every one believed in God and everyone went to church What if Jesus didn’t die on the cross for our sins and he stopped looking out for us Would we cry…

I wiggled impatiently as I drove my grandmother to my house, to her house. We were both in awe. It was on the market. This would be our chance to get it back after my mother lost it. My grandparents built that house, my grandmother…

Many a meditation spent in contemplation upon your palm. Returning year after year, grown a little older, a little wiser, a little stronger. Bringing back to you new triumphs, experiments with danger, And permanent sorrows of the heart. All the while my formative mind yearning…

Grandmother’s wallpaper has seen many things, Marriages, babies, family gatherings, Tears of a mother, tears of a child, A reassuring hand and chastise so mild. Small sticky fingers clutching apron strings, Grandmother’s wallpaper has seen many things, Jelly and cream, egg custard and tea, Sello-taped…

Searching down the memory lane A place to be There has to be a place Which I should remember There has to be a place Which meant a lot But the memory doesn’t leads there What when Can’t figure out where It’s all so clumsy…

Long Lake was the place to be At the camp, I couldn’t wait to see 1960 I think it was This place to make memories of how it should be The water as crystal as it could be The fish to catch waiting for me…