The Hour of the Wolves
byoot falls on concrete. White noise that lulls me back to the waking dream. Wash, rinse, repeat that fine linen suit. Keep it primed…
Vulnerability Unwrapped
byLying next to you, fingers laced like the intricate bow of a coveted gift. Tight and shining with hope. Souls touching, drifting in and…
A Soliloquy to Writer’s Block:
byen are you broken?I hold you poised and ready,Yet you remain obstinately still.Fingers please don’t pout.I have told you how important you are,Even though…
Cloak and Lantern – Grief to Hope
byDarkness. Eyes turned inward into shadow. Fingers reach into the damp cold searching in vain for something to grasp. The slow and stoic heartbeat…
Hope
byA tiny twine, white and weak. Hope. Barely there, but alive yet. Refusing to be strangled by the weeds constantly throwing their angry tentacles…
Danger and Decisions
byOne foot followed the other through the harness circle. I silently longed for a heart harness as mine pounded in my ears, threatening to burst…
Soul Sucked
byYesterday I wasted my life. I spent about 10 hours binge watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine. It’s a show of comedy. It made me laugh out…
Acting Out
byI LOVE background acting. Some people have been asking me what in the world I am doing now with my life, now that I quit…
Desert Kisses – Memoirs and Memories
byThe hot sun warmed the back of my neck. Asphalt road laid out for miles in front of me. I’ve been chasing mirages for the…
Charity, Chicken, and Rainy Rooftops
byWhat does charity, chicken, and spending a rainy night sleeping on a roof in NYC have in common? This week I took up Chick…