In my life are dogs who give coffee-time cuddles and furry follows. Their bright eyes and wagging tails bring complete joy to my soul.

Fingertips of day are losing their grip. Pink horizons darken the sound of a saxophone fades. Stars poke through the black curtain like pinholes ...

I am sitting still and you walked by, eyes glazed over head held high   My eyes caught yours but yours, never mine as ...

Whispering wombs of our mothers where we once swam in amniotic fluid life force like no others   Guided by the lined hands of ...

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 ...