Follow A Good Life You are right I know you do not hear that often enough to please you but this time you are right chocolate cream pie in Missoula on the 4th of July is no small thing nor is the Fiddler on the Roof on Broadway or a flyover...
Follow Outside Looking In I stand on the outside and look in it is a choice I made years ago though I am no longer certain why I did not think it would last a lifetime but it has I have lived my life like an ambivalent college freshman who keeps...
Follow Daddy and Dino I have nothing to say, except that I really like the picture. I am not sure why. No, I know it is him, but also, I kind of wish I were her. He reminds me of him. He always did. I miss him I miss what...
Follow Recess I am not entirely certain that at the moment anyone has anything to say at least not something worth stopping to listening to thus I have turned the volume down on the world at large muted all the senseless clatter in favor of moving forward instead of...Follow Clickity Clack I am feeling a need to run and roam. A need to be free, to breath clean air and see clear horizons. I am feeling trapped inside these four windowless walls with fluorescent lights and nine by twelve screens. “May I help you?” “Please hold.” “One moment please.”...
Follow My Words and I Sometimes, my words and I stand alone. Never really meaning to be a part of anything or anyone – I am not an us, a we or them and my words are neither poetry, nor prose or verse. We simply are – we exist for...
Follow God’s World By Edna St. Vincent Millay “O world, I cannot hold thee close enough! Thy winds, they wide gray skies! Thy mists, that roll and rise! They woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag And all but cry with color! That gaunt crag To crush! To...Follow I Am Always Wrong I do not seem to have a single thought instead I feel bombarded by a thousand words and ideas all crashing into one another circling around my mind as if driven by their own will instead of mine I am too old to continue to...
Follow What Happens If What happens if I fall into your eyes? What if, for just a second, I forget who we are and simply let go? What if there are no tomorrows to prepare for, and no plans to think about? What happens if I fall into...
Follow What Else Could Matter With every step I feel life returning I dig my toes deeper into the sand Lingering longer than needed Waiting for the tide to rush in Letting it bathe first my toes, Then my feet Finally my legs The sea wants to...
