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When Letting Go Is Not Losing In getting old.. great expectations soften, allowing for gentle desires where exuberance for upcoming...

The Tidbits of An Ordinary Day Many enter my home, some think it cluttered, others see it as cozy, it knows no labels, it just lays bare...

“they’re waiting cameras in hand”, said the elm to the maple. “ feel their longing for the grand color reveal”? but what if? what if this...

A Summer Memory He escorted her down the brief incline of small rocks The sun shone upon her now weathered arms, And though her footing...

I lay unplugged, in what I can only describe as paradise. The sky was almost cloudless, except for one, billowy puff every now and then,...

The Return Her soft sepia carpet, with sundrenched pine needles received my foot steps into the bosom of her soul. many years have passed...

Time is running out, so I’ll get right to the point. But after that, I cannot guarantee a direct course through my story. I always...

Coastal Chorus Summer days spin by a whoosh of blues and greens along with braids of seaweed, travelers check in for a respite drop their...

notes from a journal almost completed You were birthed from Light and Love, yet your physical beginnings may not reflect this. So when...

the years have passed, memories of my mother are spread across the floor like colorful pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. i have put them...

the naked truth lies beneath the props of make up and fine clothes it touches not, the well sculpted muscles, nor the plasticity of ...

my home is not orderly, not traditionally speaking that is. I do not mind a certain amount of clutter, but somethings, a few seemingly...