Your words like a drum beating in my brain, the same refrain over and over again.  My armor holds. The words shatter and fall.

As this year’s long march to the 50K mark begins, there are many plots and cups of coffee brewing. Everyone has their own style ...

“Congratulations” Says everyone else in my life. You say: “Are you sure you’re qualified?” instead. I assure you: I’m enough.

With the election coming up, politics has been on the minds of voters across the country. Who won the debate, who has COVID, who ...

Deep slate contrastingvibrant red and orange huesfalling to carpetthe ground. My hands upturned to receive autumnal blessing.

I’m looking through the glassyour lifeYou smile, twirl, and pipeto your followers.You spin your web and entangle othersManipulation and imitationyou draw them in. The ...

Incongruity is worn like A kimonoSplashing, swimming in the heat A back drop of goldenrod In its prime And the smell of crab applesFallen ...

It’s not thinking lessof yourself.  It’s thinking ofyourself less.  This isa ram’s horn’s composition:Humility’s perfection.

School may be starting, but in my neck of the woods, the weather can still be hot and humid. The air hangs heavy with ...

Crunchy grass, withered flowers; my yard’s a desert. I smile as dark clouds hang low overhead. Birds stop singing. I smile: Rain.