I could hear the whistle,drawn and drowning out the tweets,the cars and rustling of leaves. In winter you’re the loudest,The … More
Category: getaway
Werifesteria
Leaves crunch delicately under my foam sandals.The foam rises slowly as dough as I release my feet. While escaping their … More
2/10/2022
And I felt things I haven’t in a long time And I cried out to God and the sun and … More
Winter Day Dreamer
Snowflakes pour from a white, crestfallen sky. Sly as could be, the sun smirks just behind the clouds. Cabin fever … More
Seeing The World
Read your book, turn the pages and laugh to yourself. You and your characters, changing with the slumbering summer, dreaming … More
The Valley
PIn the valley, I’m underneath the crystal sky. Wispy clouds meander above, as mountain tips reach their highest height. Feeling … More
While in the Audience
The keys on the grand piano play. The music flows fluidly and intensifies boundlessly, bouncing off of wide walls into … More
Abstract Tomorrow
Tomorrow can sometimes be a worrisome word, provoking insidious whirlwinds of anxious thoughts and a certain uncertainty with them. The … More
Coffee Shop
It’s 6:30 A.M. The wind is blowing deceivingly beatific ice crystals around the parking lot. The chill hits my bones … More
Like A Child Can
Twilight dawns. It’s the beginning of Summer’s end. The backs of houses are silhouetted in shadow. There’s a squeaking of … More
When Memories Are Alive
The wind blew through me, underneath this naked tree. High on the peak, it takes me back to a time … More
Here
Searching for an unheard of place, people with meaning. I want so change, but still cling to what is familiar. … More
Our Sunset Songs
Ā They sat for hours in mosquito, ridden grass, her front lawn. They sang songs about love, songs about truth, … More
Philadelphia
Smoke rose from the towering building, statuesque and concealed partly by clouds. The fountains steam and spout water as we … More
Our Magic Garden
I was full of boundless energy, that hyper little five year old. When we grew bored with wandering parking lots … More
Our Library
Just the other day,Ā I stepped into the shop near home. I viewed a familiar library through the glass. I … More
Through The Soggy Woods
“There is pleasure in the pathless woods.”- Lord Byron It was a dismal, soggy Sunday. The weekend left us … More
Venture On
I’m begging life to allow me to explore again, like when we were small. We’d dash swiftly through the long, … More
Face Me
It never mattered. I’m still here . I stayed despite your will for me to fall. I stood tall. I … More
All Stand StillĀ
We look towards the towering buildings. The lights continue to dance. Each formation takes a different shape. Some are ballet … More