Comfortless, in pain The warmth of the sun on my face upturned in the storm.

The starlight dances, In the whispering woods, They slow dance through the night.

Heaven makes us wait, Our deeds recorded in life, Guardian Angels Mark us with love, but humans Are often consumed with hate.

The cracks are showing, but I don’t fear the fall or the mend to making it crack-less Tie tight, dig in, hold on.  The ...

Mental migration War of attrition Rendered reluctant Away from my home Albeit accomplished Meaning escapes me Temptation taunting Leaving this place Cowardice climate Must ...

Normally I write my articles about my current young adult heartbreak or an epiphany I have while alone in a coffee shop. Today I ...

Constant readjustments to build trust of people who continue to take advantage of us   The tears of their mothers, daughters, grandmothers   can ...

The earth was muddy, My boots let impression by Your silent summer grave, I said goodbye long ago, We departed with the sun.

Tracks made in the snow Distinct. Wind sweeps it away. Clouds curtain the light The shadows deepen until Sun warms my face and shoulders.