Spilling Puddles

If the puddles could speak,they would spill it all.Tear stained cheeks,loving what can’t come to life. Lost in a dizzy … 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

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

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

Your glare intensifies as I breathe in and out. A nervous laugh is begging to climb my sore throat. It … More

They sat for hours in mosquito, ridden grass, her front lawn. They sang songs about love, songs about truth, … More

Smoke rose from the towering building, statuesque and concealed partly by clouds. The fountains steam and spout water as we … More

I was full of boundless energy, that hyper little five year old. When we grew bored with wandering parking lots … More

Just the other day, I stepped into the shop near home. I viewed a familiar library through the glass. I … More

I will be there, when no one else is. I will stand up for what’s right, when no one else … More

She opened her arms wide, wanting to take in all the love she’s been begging for. Once she lived … More

“I wish for the freedom, the clean air, to be high on the summit. If I could sneak, if my … More

” In all things of nature, there is something of the marvelous.”- Aristotle Opening my eyes against reason, I felt … More

My vacant, shiny black eyes glare down from my sitting place you assigned me, high, high above you and everyone … More

I can’t sleep. I’m thrashing around in a fury. I can’t get these thoughts to run free. They’re jumbled and … More