Ink Not Yet Dry

The longing to be loved is profound, the soul sings life into being, a journey not yet taken, yet once in progress, so often reprising experience already inked and dried, fading on paper not meant to last; The manuscript is not complete, we are all unfinished works in...

Let It Be Me

I would rather die laughing, even if I am the butt of the joke; Life has too many twists and turns and not enough levity, yet not for lack of instances that might provoke hoots of delight; I remember in college there was a gal who wanted to write about serious things,...

Coffers

Fill a vessel with clean water,and imagine a world where allmay do the same; imaginingsuch a world is not difficult,we only have to carve outa small space into whichwe insert our intentions;these are not meaningless,in fact, they are essential,if we are to ever...

Enchanted

The music of the universe greets me daily,voices on the wind, crackling throughheavily laden boughs of pine trees,chattering black and blue birds arrivingin massive flocks every morning to the feeder,ravens and magpies keeping their distance,waiting on fence posts out...