Lessons of Silence Series

Lessons of Silence I Dedicated to Pema Chodron Is there a point one reaches being alone, night after night where isolation eats at itself locking the door behind the weeping sounds of lonely? Is there a purpose to loneliness? lessons hidden in the shadows among a forlorness of self lost arms reaching for light. Is…

Woodsy Escape ( rewrite of Bones)

I taste the air of times past
as she walks and I ride
toward the tar covered trail
lined of birch and pine.

A distant hum echoes
softly in the breeze….

Bones

I taste the air of times past as she walks and I ride toward the tar covered trail lined of birch and pine. A distant hum echoes softly in the breeze as I tell her a story a memory of another time walking with Willow on my back and a leash in both hands a…

Modesty & Humor

The Open Fly In a bathroom cubicle 3 x 4 all fumbled in fury, I question the modesty of the open fly. As shadows dance along the walls, a cat listens from one side and a button sounds innocent enough, right. Especially, next to the integrity of the strangers eyes peering from beneath their brows,…