Please try again. — Has anyone else ever had their whole day disrupted by what should’ve been one Seemingly simple task? You see I’d just sat down to eat lunch when my phone pinged. A signal that a text had just come in. Ahh! A text alert from the doctor’s office: “Check your email, you…

His rays like whispers summoning me outside to have some fun. — When the Sun dips below the horizon It does so softly On the heels of pastel-painted skies. After the culmination of a scorching summer day, He exits in a fiery and bold display. The sky is ablaze with radiant shades of orange and scarlet. As the Sun rises and the…

It is occupied from top to bottom. — My nest is my sacred space I’ve filled it with twigs and herbs, Lined it with downy softness. It’s my special place Just for me and my tiny family. There’s no need for pretense, or such goings on. I sing contentedly upon this limb. My tweets are not controversial, Nor threatening. Just a means…

He was busy deceiving while I was sweetly dreaming. — It’s far beyond his capability, He only lives to manipulate those like me. Tells us all that we’re his Destiny While he spreads his poison all over me. It’s the most dangerous of webs. No escape that I’ve found. Try to kick, Silently scream out. My hands and feet tightly bound. My dignity and self-worth lie crumpled upon the…

Don’t look back. You’re not going that way. — Close your eyes. Relax. Open your mind. Allow it to wander back in time. When you reminisce, where do you go? How far back do you rewind? So many memories Just there on the periphery. Some crystalline, others blurred by the tarnish of time. Would you like a glimpse into…

From imagination to paper/screen and back into the imagination! — I prefer to give life to my dreams And expel them from my fingertips Watching as they come to life on the page. The reader’s imagination becomes their very stage. Twirling, growing, infinite possibilities as to how they’ll adapt. I have no real way of knowing. My purpose is the…

The magic of a midwinter’s journey. —

Crushing hope by dismantling one aspiration at a time. — Bitter and cold. She claims a heart, but what of a soul? Her selfish ways are out of control. She’ll suck you in without warning. Like the mud in the salt marsh She’ll hold on with all that she’s got. Water rises from below, Tread fast, avoid her suction, As the damage…

There’s no one but you. Sometimes we just need something or somebody, A scapegoat to blame. A way to focus all of this pain. The anger, the fury, the tears, and the vengeance None of it will bring you back. …