We stand at the world’s edge, looking out over a sea that constantly bickers with itself. Still, I touch your hand. Fingers interlace with mine and our love creates a bubble of hope big enough for us to stand upright, shoulders back, heads held high,…

a hope of my son’s return burnt grasses

I used to love getting hiccups I liked the rhythmic push-and-pull in the chest but now can’t stand being jerked about   Just another of the many things that have lost their joy as I’ve grown   (Hour 24)

Racism? Sexism? Classism? Elitism? Heterosexism? Colorism? Tokenism? Ableism? Ageism? Elitism? If so, why? If not, Stay that way

A feeling of expectation a desire for something to happen, that’s hope good things great things the not so great things all build the feeling of anticipation for hope… hope keeps us grounded in what we need hope gives us a sense of why we…

still stands the lake it’s peace a gentle tease I ask, can it be prolonged there is so much at stake still stands the lake so quiet and motionless can this be transformed to me or would it be a terrible mistake still stands the…

Through the fog I can see the light, Filtering in like a rainbow of lasers. My heart starts to lift, No longer a sinking feeling in my chest. I close my eyes, Inhale deeply, I am at peace. The worries of yesterday gone, The promise…

“Is it really a profession?” They asked. “It is, driven by passion,” I replied. Passionfruit reference? Full of references, diffrences and multitudes. Books become the graveyard of letters.        

Hope is a hard subject to write for in a world where there are no guarantees. Hope is like a wish you want granted there are no guarantees. Hope is like a blanket warm the elders and the sick still no guarantees. Hope is like…

Permanent and shifting, Perpetually transfiguring in the dimn of night, Contrite in the radiance of day. My dormant gloom occupy’s the Shadow Judges from its sanctity. Its there I will indulge relief, Reverence and absolution await the awakening.