Give In, Not Give Up.

And they tell me the only thing I can do is pray. It's so powerful, so mighty, so positive. So why do I feel so powerless, so scrawny, so angry? (This is far from my usual mode of positivity and optimism.) One of you has been betrayed. It is clear from your posts that your … Continue reading Give In, Not Give Up.

Ladle. [Poem]

Pre-dawn crickets telling tales of the evening's revelry  Ghoulish parties in the wood Mocking, the Jay banters and catcalls the Titmouse Rough coffee, home-smoked bacon Frittata in the oven A walk through the trees Wizards and witches finishing touches on tomorrow's hallow'd garments with little more than chocolate and striped corn we bid adieu to … Continue reading Ladle. [Poem]

GhostWalk. (Poem)

‚ÄčAmong the stones today, I realized so much of my life remains virginal.  Pure, unexplored, blank canvas clean opportunities - awaiting my hand, mouth, heart to travel their invitations and enlightenments.  Above the crust. Among the stones, gray soldiers a'row silent senators convened by various ends, bid solemn tiding:  ideas brought here do not flourish; … Continue reading GhostWalk. (Poem)