I have the cutest nephew in the world! He is five and will be in kindergarten in the fall. His name is Johnny and there’s not many secrets you can keep from this curious little boy. I taught him to catch Cicadas right before the molt and get their wings. He enjoyed watching them emerge […]Read more "The Weight of a Kindergartner"
Sometimes I keep moving for the little things. A soft purr next to me as I lay on the bed and the cat sleeps; my nephew sitting on my lap as I read him a story (He always begs for another even if I just read him three in a row.); the humming birds buzzing […]Read more
When I was cleaning, I came across a slate grey rock with flecks of red almost in the shape of a heart. There were indentions on one side that made it look like a wolf’s face. The thing about this rock is that I don’t recall picking it up at all. The origins of the […]Read more "The Mysterious Rock"
Eyes on the Horizon I’m currently hiding beneath the line Neither fine nor alright I’m walking the knife staying within light Put all my eggs into one nest I’m beginning the new quest Sail troubled seas ‘neath the moonshine. I am still alive, my friends. I’m picking up an online writing course where […]Read more "Eyes on the Horizon"
Sometimes my world is balanced. I manage to remember to pay all my bills and even though I’m close to broke, I still have my buffer amount in the bank. My pets decide to get along and the flowers bloom on my windowsill. My dishes stay washed, clothes and belongings are stowed away like an […]Read more "Sometimes…"
I stood on the lopsided porch in front of the cabin. The planks were rough-hewn and light shown through the cracks in the door. The word for this place was rough. The railings would give you splinters if you looked at it. The windows were painted a dark blue. I stood at the front of […]Read more "Crabain"
January 10, 2016 Fey Eyes In the dead of night Twinkling eyes in the dark Fey eyes ride a quick horse Billow in the wind Faster than a kiss A bow does not miss Weave the sky into cloth Arrow in your heart Woe to your death. Evil cannot bide The swift morning tide […]Read more "Poetry Post 1"