My grandmother’s battle is over as of earlier today. Like every situation, you’re left wishing there were more opportunities—to spend … More
In one season there are blooms and in a year there is life.
It’s been a while since I wrote like this on empty sheets and blank slates a stream of consciousness. One … More
You had your drink and I had my things and together it made for turmoil. I was so tired and … More
When the tree gets it’s limbs cut off, it grows new ones in different places. That tells you two things: … More
The trees with their stressed limbs still stretched towards the sky in taut poses knowing that if they keep looking … More
There is magic all around us, without reserves and in endless pigment. With your mind you crate and with your … More