Shadenfreude My life is a mess as one can guess so humor me if you would listen to my tale and try not to pale Trust this is gonna be good So I smashed my face on a couch today Have the scrapes and cuts…

No eye has seen, no ear has heard what God is truly made of. But when we stop, look and listen He’ll explain to us His love.   Oh He’ll reveal the hidden things when you begin to pray. He’ll reveal what you need to…

it’s a cliche that everyone has a crazy uncle and maybe it’s true; it was for us. my crazy uncle was the uncle we knew best and who we adored more than all the others. he held sleepovers for me and my siblings in the…

In the excavation of a closet packed with my siblings’ left-behind belongings I found a floppy disk carefully labeled in my sister’s middle school hand (bubble letters were all the rage) which read: PRIVATE: do not read!!! Perhaps if I was the kind of sister…

i didn’t say it back. i think that i thought that i felt it & if i said it i’d mean it but i wanted to give her more than words; she deserved that. so i wrapped my words in fear and hesitance. and made…

Sixth sense, powerhouse, she’ll tell it to you straight “You are beautiful.” “You are smart.” “You’re not told.” “It’s never too late to start.” Extra Kleenex, extra gloss, extra whatever it is that you need She’s got your back,  whether blood or you picked her…

Last sentence from: “Very good, Jeeves!” P.G. Wodehouse. A free flow Saturday in strange times Brown stains left by coffee cups On the white window sill Dialogs with oneself Dialogs with the world Dialogs with the people Ruling one’s head I ponder thoughts and philosophies…

You take me by the hand  and lead me to the moon There we ride low to high and loop de loop Through the crowds, you’re by my side I never have to worry We take our time,  there is no rush We let the…

  On my garden’s calls   She’s a siren, that Garden Calling forever to preen All her troops in unison. Clematis, roses, fuscias, peppers Beans and penstemons nod in unison Herbs and cucumber sing a chorus Nurture us Talk to us Sing to us We’re…

The old tales speak of the moonshadow, following after the farmers in full moon’s light Don’t be fooled by the reaper disguised, as the shadow cast by the full moon’s light   There’s work to do but it can wait Leave the plough, bring the…