When I was a child I didn’t share the same dream of being a cowboy that my friends did. Which makes it surprising that lately, I wake up each morning and don chaps before coffee. The teenage heart…
We are born as pure as we’ll ever be. Angels, really. Full of light. But as we grow into the real world, with its lure of fame and gold, we begin to accumulate the kind of darkness that suffocates light…
Taking a moment to be in it, as nasty squalls are due. Stroking an old dog who’s ridden a storm, but still doesn’t breathe ’till they’re through. *** This is the sixth poem of my personal 30-day poetry challenge to…
the room is dark, except for the clock. it’s spilling the color blue, screaming 2:27, silently. i roll over to stare at the wall. a blank wall, plain. the blanket is soft, and smells of use and love. …
She wore her life on her face like a heavy mask forged from hard days and sleepless nights worrying about navigation Her strong shoulders and broad hips testament to a woman a real woman who had fought hard since grade…
