Lost

You’re lost. Frightened away by an intense flash of a feeling, you took off. The puddles confounded you. Where was … More

An Untainted Moment

Watching him amble on the leaf covered path, I pondered on where he was going. Sighing, I wished I could … More

They flaunted their mystery, their enigmatic fiery hair tossing aside in Autumn’s soft zephyr blowing. I crowed and called, begging … More

A passion scorches my insides. This is the scorn of unrequited love. He is someone I could never have but … More

While near the edge I find all of the directions I could follow. I could hang on hang on … More

This kitchen is old, one hundred years old to be accurate. Everyone is out and I am left alone here, … More

“A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.”- Franz Kafka Pacing around this room, fixing the same drawer I fixed … More

The mountain quivered. I felt it standing on the still stones. I shivered in unison with it. The cold snuck … More

About The Blogger It’s 2019 now. Wow! Time went by so fast. I started this blog years ago and just … More

You were the oddest feline. Black fur hardly shedding, soft as cotton and never irritating my skin. Nor would it … More

The world reflecting back to me is distorted and upside down. Looking into this puddle has me thinking. It is … More

The keys on the grand piano play. The music flows fluidly and intensifies boundlessly, bouncing off of wide walls into … More

I feel at home and out of place. I see the golds and blues and whites, your floor boards and … More

Tomorrow can sometimes be a worrisome word, provoking insidious whirlwinds of anxious thoughts and a certain uncertainty with them. The … More

It’s 6:30 A.M. The wind is blowing deceivingly beatific ice crystals around the parking lot. The chill hits my bones … More

Twilight dawns. It’s the beginning of Summer’s end. The backs of houses are silhouetted in shadow. There’s a squeaking of … More

The wind blew through me, underneath this naked tree. High on the peak, it takes me back to a time … More

Bright RED, my skin is burning, Bright RED, coinciding with my throbbing head. I’m furious, grappling onto anything stable or … More

Searching for an unheard of place, people with meaning. I want so change, but still cling to what is familiar. … More

Fallen, you still are proud. With eyes wide open, I lean further down, face almost touching the bark. The moss … More