It’s about pushing ourselves to keep going even when the odds are against us. It’s about learning from our mistakes and not letting them define us. And most importantly, it’s about never losing hope or giving up on our potential. So yes, I may have lost a few pearls, but…

(for the writers who know) Slow-brewing and short though one not so short now… they have sat next to me in silence for months… I will think all is lost… She’s dead and gone. He’s forgotten me. Then am slapped cross the face or hear a scream… Never leave me! …

Poem: Be Energized — If you feel tired inside all the time, check yourself. Maybe it’s not the food that’s making you tired. It may not be lack of sleep that is making you tired either. It may be thoughts and emotions you’ve been carrying around for too long. Unwanted thoughts and emotions that you haven’t let go…

Poem — Pray daily with gratitude and every moment becomes a blessing from the Universe. Pray daily with gratitude and each moment will provide you with opportunities, possibilities and strengths. Pray daily with gratitude and let your awareness and wisdom grow. Pray daily with gratitude and no storm from outside can extinguish the light that…

Discover the Path to Self-Love, Defend Against Negativity, and Embrace a Life of Compassion and Acceptance. — As I sit here reflecting on my journey of self-discovery and personal growth, I can’t help but acknowledge the tremendous impact that learning to love myself has had on my life. It hasn’t been an easy road, especially in a world filled with social media where negativity seems to thrive…

How do you handle it? Not well. — After five years of laughing, crying and holding hands After drinking, eating and living out plans After sharing so many secrets, lost and found After thinking of you as my roots in the ground You had to know this was coming, had to be prepared You knew I feel more than…

A poem — Struck down by horrid fate, tossed around with brutal apathy, drowning in a scarlet wasteland of punishing design. Every breath an uphill step, every movement heavy and blunt, each moment a futile struggle against the desert grain. Crawling back and forth aimlessly, looking up to a scorching sun, looking below and there’s…

A Muse’s Enigmatic Presence — In the realm of my poems, there exists a girl, known to me alone. Her ethereal presence, a delicate wisp of imagination, lingers between the lines. Her eyes, a universe of mystery, captivate my soul. Secrets and wonders intertwine, like constellations illuminating my creative spirit’s vast expanse. I yearn to…

Someone stole that man’s backside — Dude, someone stole your butt. I wanted to say it, the words slipping out my mouth like melting ice cream, but I didn’t… does he even know it’s gone? The Flat Rock Playhouse, opened in 1952, making it the same age as most of the patrons at this Wednesday matinee. A few…