You are absolutely amazing! Gimme, gimme some o’ that you! You’ve never had a more loyal supporter than me! So, don’t question the purity of my motives. Do you realize how ridiculous you sound? One of us has to be right… and it’s me… always!…

We were so little back then, you, me, standing up under the table playing prince and princess. Do you remember? Absolute innocence! Just children playing out the fairy tales read to us to sleep. Do you recall? The woman… the crazy gray bird who rescued…

There are just a handful – very few – people to whom I refuse to speak. Sometimes it’s because their behavior has been criminal. No point in mincing words, but I prefer not to speak to criminals. They all get cut off at some point…

Yes, you… New England boy with the pleasant voice and brilliant mind. Well, maybe not you, per se, intentionally, but your boss(es). You’re a nice man. I enjoyed our conversations. I suspected you a few years ago, prior to Facebook hacking my account for who…

Funny thing, the wisdom of moving on… It seems so clinical. So… I don’t know… cynical, perhaps. I don’t know. I wonder about life coaches… with the right questions to help me make the right choice. Just let go. But, I’m a poet! I am…

Once upon a time… Here we go again with that trite line Once upon a time in a land far… Oh, please… seriously? For God’s sake, make it real. Ok, fine… this chick in the good ol’ US of A… I like “Princess” better… this…

Rain, then sun came today. It’s finally getting cold after weeks of sleepy heat. Afternoon doldrums at eighty-five, despite the A/C. Snow in the mountains, quenched the Cascade fire, I hope… the smoke was pleasant, yet, well, smoky. Austin calls to me, my baby boy,…

The angst… painful lessons, all… but so appreciated! Demons and angels among you all led me to this point of gratitude. Strange as it seems. And so, you are released with love and blessings, those who came with love. You are banished forever, those who…

Oh how we have evolved you say. We work while we sleep vacationing in the waking hours. Out dreams have been sacrificed and exchanged for the only commodity we have left. Time. We pursue passions from the mind. Physical activity is a way to connect…

My grandparents were just being born. A few years back and now they are new to this world. Hope and dreams tied together with bows of twine in pristine butcher paper. They seek love and drink milk from cows that are rich and proud. I…