Intelligence, Resilience, Tenacious, Loving, Nurturer. Immigrating from a country that didn’t give her many opportunities, She risked everything for the betterment of her child, So that her daughter would thrive in the land of opportunities, So that she could see her child enjoy a life…

I stood on the ground and looked up at the sky But tree branches covered my eye Enveloped by the greying branches the sky whispered, “I am high”.   Spread in majesty the tree branches clasped in unison Intent on masking the light of the…

There isn’t always a tunnel for light to come through. At times it shines above you through the trees. We are so focused on what’s ahead forgetting to look up.

Spoilers for the beginning of Portal 2. I had one last view of the sky Before She dragged me back down Underground, and into storage. There was Art in my room to view And experience spiritual refreshment As only an A.I. could dream up. When…

Hot spring-nearly-summer golden hours, the slow heat under your skin, soft, child-like time spent as sweat skims down your back, your arms damp with it and yet, slow wind stirs and we rest. Eyes up, trees creak and whisper, long white birch arms drape, ruffled…

There’s only one true path. Merely peer through the tree tops to find it, encircled in the highest branches, not the rain forest’s emergent stems and leaves, a promise of fresh air, nourishing humanity’s lungful laments, but the sun-baked, burnt autumn decay of political scrum,…

“I heart you.” She says, as he carves into the branch with his dull-bladed pocket knife. His was the kind of knife a Boy Scout would have. Only he wasn’t a Boy Scout. The blade peeled away the bark in small flakes, eroding the trust…

The dawn of the day, sweeps my worries away – And sheds light on some dreams long forgotten. Sullen no more; I am ready for the quest. Prepared to do my best, And reach the highest peaks. When the sun retreats, I will not cry;…

The carver I didn’t agree. Carving a tree seemed heartless to me. But you had gone into he-man mode. Your face was stony while you carved. Focused. Relentless. For all that, we have a small heart out of place on a somber tree. I might…

Carved In My Heart Do you remember me? We met here… Long ago; Lifetimes before. Do you know me, still? We met again, Right here… Not even a moment ago. More than once… twice three times, four and five… a dozen times. Always so close……