This tripod has been around. The box was dusty, shoved in a corner of the attic. Three legs. At least there used to be. I see the joints where repairs were made. The first leg is wooden but the break is new. The break is clean; smooth to the touch. No splinters prick my fingers. ...

Fear rocks my core And I look to you for stability I want to link my pinky with yours And breathe slowly   Your soft voice is All I have now So, I listen with care Careful not to tune out   Fear rocks my core Your meticulous ways Cradle my fear Even though you ...

You have cried for many reasons. Now if you bellow, I hope it is always in joy. If you do, cry out in pain I hope you allow me to ease that pain. Bellow, let the river of grief, gripe, and pain dry up for you. Turn all the cracks, and breaks you’ve endured let ...

A dying fire burns in the hearth, grey smoke unfurling and twisting into the open air. Dust particles alight beneath the breaking of a new day. And he sits in his chair, old, decrepit, half-mad, as old thoughts bring fresh wounds. The first thought is of her smile: how it crinkled her face and brought ...

Red glitter lips, Cali champagne, eating boxed chocolates from Valentine’s Day.   Bouncing my leg, I’m feeling insane with all of these bubbles inside of my brain.   I’m not crying or down, I’m just in distress with this white lingerie underneath my dress.   I pour myself another because I have no limits with ...

Time ceases when she enters a room   Her existence is the eminence of perfection   She has a voice that quells your clamor   For she is your – Nubian Goddess   Her whisper settles your uneasiness   Her touch transports your mind   Allowing your body to transcend worlds   For she is ...

As we enter into March, my thoughts are turning towards Spring. It is right around the corner, right? Winter’s days are numbered. Right? I mean, how long can the snow possibly last with temperatures soaring in the high 40s? Of course, hope springs eternal – until I look at the weather forecast. High of 20 ...

You are a treasure, Don’t sell your golden heart to The wrong jeweler  

Chapter One – Part One Chapter One – Part Two Chapter Two – Part One   The village sat in an eerie quiet. No children ran around. Adults were not out to do any manner of chores. The guards that had encircled the healer’s hut seemed to have abandoned their posts. Wood piles meant for ...

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.