Oh Cinderella You cleaned house so well Now you sit in a castle Making others unwell You once were a beauty Covered in poverty and soot But seriously honey Your life needs the boot You whine and you cry Like all rich folk do So tell…

Hour 8 – 1:00 PM    Hop to the beat Sun beams off my cheeks Glory days are here left not to seek. Rambunctious are few. Cause we see the light. Theres no need to stay down, and out of sight. – J.C.  ©

When? When will we learn that different is beautiful? When will we see with our hearts and not our eyes? When will we read the character of the person with the discernment of our minds? Will we ever see that peace brings healing and war…

once upon a time men spoke only in whispers fear of wolves, shiver they tried to blow the house down buried. big, bad, backfire. __ar. (this is a tanka. also it’s hard to understand but let me know what you think it means? interested in…

i will unlock the door that has been closed i will free the monsters and the butterflies trying to escape they will scare and beautify- make some feel intimidated while others will leap for joy. i will bear my naked truths-explicitly and you will all…

Dust and rags and broomsticks, She would wash and scrub and clean, Under the wrath of two step sisters, Who found joy in being mean, And a plump fairy godmother, With a crack upon her wand, Dooming every spell she ever cast, To go completely…

After some twenty of them had been disposed of during the waning moon with costumes and masks and enchantments he now wished he had not sacrificed his sons laughing they would never throw themselves down weeping to die of grief we have to rise just…

I watch you struggle silently And offer Love in hand. I cannot walk the road for you I CAN be your friend.   Offering a hand to hold, An ear to listen, And a heart that knows There is grace… Even in this.   Soft…

Plans have changed and I am on a different route the hotel made a mistake but there are others it will change my thoughts maybe my writing so I will be back in an hour checked in stretched on my yoga may ready to write…

Dear One, I see you reaching For so very many things So many dreams Some will come true Others will not Some will allude you like a thief in the night There will be cold dark days of hell Nights of endless wonder And many…