Winged Heart (A Haiku, Hour Eleven)

Winged Heart   with wings on your arm you wear your heart on your sleeve so permanently     ***This is an actual photo of my first tattoo. I got it in memory of my late husband Rickey, who suffered from multiple medical issues which…

Death to Self (Hour 6)

DEATH TO SELF I see, hear and feel the truth, but it does not set me free. Rather, it pricks my heart with a finely cut dagger. I miss the you’s through out my life, all those I’ve had to say goodbye to. Why? Why…

Hour Three: The disposable nature of pop music

There is no profound in a three-minute pop song unless it is playing when everything goes wrong Nothing makes memories quite like emotion the music is but illustration it’s just that the words hit you in the same place as your feelings The catalogue may…

Thoughts On Love

I tried to love another But my love failed You made me cry And I Pushed you away. Love is the emotion That I hate to feel most Of all. Alone, nestled in my Thoughts is where I’d Rather be, not With another that Can…