Deja Vu I’m sorry what’s your name? Whos wedding is this again? Meet me in the alley. Wanna make out?

    “What’s a nice girl…”   “Bug off!”

Fifth Hour Walk Through What was once my refuge, my comfort, and my home. leaves a chill in the air, Now I live alone. Used to be where children’s laughter and made-up songs filled the air, now, it’s a sobering reminder that I am the…

The sun never gets too hot on the west side; instead of vineyards we had raspberry fields; acre after acre of tangled vines. In other towns, the trucks smell of black exhaust but here, the trucks trail the scent of ripe raspberries as they roar…

Empty water bottles sit on my nightstand, having chugged them last night to hit my gallon-a-day mark. A vine of purple flowers, ten years old, finally hangs above my bedroom door, a thin canopy of color against the white walls. A salt lamp and moon…

Well, I wish it were that easy. To be fully prepared. I spent a good chunk of time Showering and getting ready To go out in the garden. It’s beautiful, this first day of summer. Only the smallest white clouds Reveal exactly how blue the…

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It’s easy to miss Those little things Lost in our busy world We often cannot see The squirrel on a tree Bright eyed, busy tailed Foraging all around Busy with its own existence And I wonder in bewilderment How are we all that different?

My footsteps weigh heavy upon the timber floorboards  of this ancient house. It gets really quiet at night, the silence screams in my ear. Echoes remanent… haunting in the distance. Emptiness feels heavy and dark. Full of regrets and dense with secrets. Sometimes it is…

I open the creaky porch door and march outside with vigor A warm, humid wind bursts onto face and tiring times await The long and coarse grass hails my arrival Its spiny ends prickle my heels and brush my toes I feel the dew on…