This poem, I wrote years ago, is one of the first ones I recorded. I initially wrote it because I…
The last day of “normal” for me was March 15th (a Sunday). In the months before December 2019, an illness…
There are those who stand, noses pressed against glass walls of castles . . . eyes stretched open in fear,…
I look through the glass, bumping it to test it’s strength, a convex stretches and bends what I assume to…
I have been journaling for most of my life–not consistently—but, enough so that there is a pretty clear track record…
Television is a powerful tool. The images (movies, commercials, photos, music, etc.) become ingrained into our lives and cultures. Television…
What lies in the space that separates you and me– Is it as empty as it seems? White space…
With the windows open… I listened to the chirp of crickets— the burps of frogs. Felt natures’ winds creep within…
Originating from the ground or from the roots of trees, they come silently, growing overnight with an unbelievable strength. They…
In October, my family and I traveled to Tucson, AZ for a few days of vacation and visiting friends. We…