As I walked along the city streets I saw a speck of green. A few baby blades of grass pushed up gently, resiliently through the cracks in the pavement. Unbeknownst to most, the little blades of grass grew stronger, pushing, fighting. Life finds a way….

“Love song” by Mandy Austin Cook My life should be a love song dedicated to you you’re more than what has pieced my brokenness together you simply are the glue. it’s meant so much it’s the one thing that leaves me grasping for words like…

Shutting down slowly as the sun also rises like Hemingway wrote old man, I wonder if he stayed awake for 24 hours driving himself mad on sleep deprivation and prose Which is what I’m running on almost empty on hour 23

The dreams I’ve had all my life came true today. I married the man on whom I have waited. We went before a judge and stood together. We held hands, spoke our vows, and pledged forever. So nervous that day, I hardly remember. My sister…

Journey My friend’s daughter spells her name different from above, yet she is so full of love. This journey we take is a choice we must make. It is full of surprises along the way, mishaps and accidental mistakes that are beautiful and funny all…

Out of sorts Poetry writing In all kinds of ways Some inspired Many prompted I wonder if I will see the break of day. 16 hours for the summer solstice This is quite a feat To stay up all night and day without missing a…

That alarm clock rings down to my very soul Every morning with that infernal toll I hate it so much that I forget Just how lucky I am to see another sunrise Still, I can hit the snooze button and close my eyes for nine…

“Stopping by the Woods” response by Mandy Austin Cook   the road less travelled the higher ground the quality way against what abounds the less popular choice but the one that’s right that’s what it comes down to. looking beyond me for my sight. it’s…

I walked through shoes bearing holes changing soles I walked through jeans acid washed and skinny I walked through doors old and new I walked upon this earth a girl laced in poison breaking through every misconception.   C. Churchill  

If I have to explain to you why I’m speaking one tongue instead of the other just because you’re uncomfrotable, it’s likely that any other conversation we have may be absolutely uninteresting to me