And, if I ever lose my heart, I won’t cry And I won’t start And, if I ever lose my heart, Oh, hey, hey, I won’t have to love no more. “Did it take long to find me?” I begged of the Gods of Life….

There’s my friend, the little hopper A frog as black as midnight. She follows me everywhere I go That Moonshadow. I hope she’ll hop the sadness away Or maybe hop some joy She keeps me from feeling lonesome That Moonshadow. But frogs don’t make much…

being voiceless projecting everything instead with your fingers would that not be liberating?

Her window was lined with glass bottles, filled to the brim with the most whimsical treasures Potions, tinctures, dead things, growing things, cultivated by the heat of the day and settled with the cool of night Garden herbs garnish each of her dishes. Beneath the…

A reliance heavily on self without the unwanted influence of others. Careful with whom is granted access to her life. Find her in the bookstore corner quietly skimming the markdowns. See her in the grocery store shopping while listening to 90’s music through her air…

In a dreamy land Deep in the woods Small, Dark cottage Strange and funky Was the abode of a spirited, crazy old dame As weird as she was, Gobbled up crispy hot porridge, Each day dressed up like no other And Danced her way to…

Strange, how things can come about so unexpectedly; Strange, how friendships can develop so naturally When masks are accepted to be worn and removed so frequently When the heat of one’s heart and mind can move so fluidly. It was like that, when fireflies were…

What the nuggy!! Booming man Thundering jokes Endless tales of elk horns and hidden islands. Her quiet husband, His IPA, “gimme another bitch beer.” Too sweet for me, but funny. Three admirable marriages of adorable souls make six cherished new friends. Love is everywhere Like…

There’s a strange cottage in the woods it lurks just beyond the tree line, out of sight. Even the heat of summer cannot affect the cool atmosphere around the cottage. Sometimes when I’m overheating I’ll zoom past the treeline to the lake the cottage rests…

I was in my cottage… And this strange little bird … popped in. He told me, “Ain’t this heat like sin?!” I looked at the treeline; shaking the lethargy of my quarantine. There my porridge sat, and ZOOM, the bird spat! I saw he wore…