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…
This poem is a tribute to just a few of the poets and writers who have inspired me over the…
The angels melt into existence from the dark of the trees, quietly grazing on grass and leaves.They move (wingless) on…
A Poem of Origin. A Poem of Praise I am the dark coffee that brews early in the morning Before…