I Born in my parents’ hometown. April is the month of bluebonnets.Many pictures of Mom in bluebonnet fields, None of me. My Mamaw lived there, and she loved me. II We were poor. We moved a lot, but it wasn’t hard. We spent most weekends…

Childhood, In Three Pieces   ONE I climbed out of bed and fumbled through the hallway to the bathroom, rubbing my sleepy eyes with my tiny fists, even though Momma had told me not to. I lifted the lid and lowered my Strawberry Shortcake Underoos…

~ D², @d2poetry Seeing end at hand thrilling ready to shout DONE, DONE, DONE! can feel it! close to finish line OH, can’t quit it just need to push out a good last one doesn’t have to be profound just do it could care less…

A Baltimore row-house Over a hundred years old Views of my favorite park A place to read A place to write A cute apartment, my first without roommates One bedroom One bath Hardwood floors built-in bookshelves, and a Tiny kitchen with a tiny stove and…

Warm glowing crackles from the stone hearth as the circle begins to grow. Murmuring voices gather into lilting laughter and stories of growing old. The davenport is getting seedy from generations of hands and bodies. Oils that have left behind their traces; ghosts of friends…

“…we should be unafraid to doubt,” — C. S. Lewis “What if…?” The famous thinker’s friend; For great ideas of every kind, Begin, “What if…?” and in the end, Creative gemstones may be mined. Beware of doubt, the siren song! It’s poison to artistic souls Don’t…

My worst critic is myself. Constantly looking at each action. Asking if it was the right. Or Could I have done it better? Every hour under some misplaced Scrutiny. Everyday a inner battle of two. A battle of one. A man and himself. Screaming at…

It is no lie Break a true gypsy heart It will haunt you for life Your senses will be dulled Your food will not taste good Art will not inspire you Lilacs, lilies, lavender; will have no scent You will find no pleasure in silk…