“The Adventure” I’m back up on my feet! I will succeed! I’m doing this for me! So, don’t call me WEAK. Don’t try to get in my way. If you’re not here to support me, you’re no longer welcome to join me on this journey!…

I can guarantee Beyond a shadow of a doubt That you will find love someday Your soul will cry out When you meet them And weep to realize they were Waiting for you their whole life And you have been waiting For them. And when…

I am trying to tell you but knife-edged dry ribbons spill from my mouth. You ask what happened. I tell you about the humiliation, the intimidation. The lies told to embarrass to destroy trust; to break apart the bonds we shared to which he was…

wasn’t a burden transcribed for us. Most times, it’s not  weight that sink a ship. I know you do not like reading what was scribbled for us. I think you knew more children that I know. The cold is not leaving us soon. It has…

Sirens wake me when most we want to sleep before another day demands our stay. A day to restore and best keep hopes we steep like tea – full, brimming warm, cupped in form, still.

Butterflies dance in the sun A dragonfly joins them The children have made a new friend.

In the culpable darkness of the shadows, there is a thin stream of light, bordering the darkness, shining mutedly- patient, and cynical of the possibility of dawn or rainbows Homely little pockets of grief simmer at the edges, waiting to be cultivated by greedy words….

But I cannot Just be still and listen Because my world is burning Away before me And I must put out the fire; Because I have something to say, Something you need to hear, And I don’t want to be silenced.   I’d never ask…

i may have shared my sylvia but i will keep her in the divorce you can have jumanji and all my lightbulbs as long as you keep them in your mouth 45 watts behind your teeth anything is better than me! i played body double…

Just be still, and listen. You might hear the creeping dreams. The laughter of a restaurant, The singing of moonbeams. The beating of some great white wings The lapping of the sea, The dancing feet of festivals The voice of you or me. The whispering…