Your eyes spoke of secret coves of waterfalls cascading under skies of blue I want to show you you said then flew away so I packed up my things and drew a lasso for my dreams.

Upon the first sip, the conductor taps his baton twice — Good morning and welcome to the show We hope you enjoy it. Two sips, three sips neurons begin to fire through my brain zooming across one hemisphere to the next like fireworks exploding, chanting Hey, you got this! Four sips, five sips, six sips,…

Well I know what’s right I got just one life In a world that keeps on pushin’ me around But I’ll stand my ground And I won’t back down. ~ I Won’t Back Down by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers But wait scratch that let me backtrack because fighting to exist is an honorable hazmat….

Stripped of its leaves the trees lay barren the whispers that once wove between branches have ceased as the winter’s cold digs deep underneath not only their roots but their notion of when the sun is supposed to shine.   ***Photo credit: Jaye Garnett, Ice Storm 08

Because in a lot of ways we were like the contents of a tea bag coexisting yet mixing I would say mingling complementing the spice with the sweetness the tart with the smoothness we were this unstoppable combination because he gave me his word so I have him my hand had this blindfold tied tight…

I seek to cure what’s deep inside Frightened of this thing that I’ve become. ~Africa by Toto Because it lurks deep beneath the surface but as any good local legend lends itself to the truth Nessie will rear her ugly head from time to time penetrating the surface ever so quickly that witnesses who claim…

I long for mossy hillsides whose stories are buried among the fungi like whispers of whose feet fell here whose sword fell here whose children played here. What secrets do these hillsides hold of tongues forgotten traditions dated and of common folk ignored? I would take a mossy hillside every day over the parking lot…

I’ve reached my 10th blog post! A little later than I would have liked but life gets in the way sometimes. Ideally, I would like to post twice a week so that will be the next goal. In my first post, I wrote that I would share how I came up with the name of…

When the leaves turn colors and begin to fall and the earth turns hard beneath my feet each winter I bury my aspirations until they thaw in the spring when being vulnerable is socially acceptable and at least if they get wet I can hang them out to dry in no time beneath the sun’s rays. But…

Because maybe the thing that is fundamentally wrong with me is something that I cannot see but hey, you know I gotta lean in to figure out who I’m supposed to be while everyone enjoys picking me apart and even the qualities I like about myself are somehow detrimental to my health What about that…