If I could sum up for you what the past 10 months have been into one word, whatever that word was would make you feel exhausted. Much of it can be attributed to changes and shifts in my life at work, coupled with the fact that one lazy Saturday in July I looked down at the … Continue reading two lines
But – I am learning that even fragile hopes like dandelions must sometimes disperse into dozens of pieces in order that more life new hopes bigger dreams can grow. Continue reading dandelion dreams II
sometimes my dreams seem like dandelions ready to fly away at the softest whisper ready to fall apart at one fleeting touch Continue reading dandelion dreams
“Did you just spill your drink on the couch?” Papa Ernst peeked around the doorway after a brief eruption of noise came from the living room where I was sitting. Fear seized me. I scooted over just enough to cover the pool of soda that had collected like a sad puddle of oily rain on the … Continue reading Learning the art of mistake-making.
prompt: shadow If you’re with me, if you don’t leave my side, like my shadow at noonday, then I think, I really do believe, that I can do it. I’ll make it. But only if you’re with me. Continue reading If you’re with me
Prompt: scars If you follow the curve Up to the crease of her elbow And send shivers down her spine You will find The raised skin Speaks of a time Devoid of caution and suspense It was just straightforward Headlong Merriment But little legs aren’t meant to climb Tall, ancient oaks Like a monkey or … Continue reading Memoir of a Scar
sometimes when I try to build bridges, instead I end up with knives, that poke and prod with unseemly precision (which I never meant to do), or when I try to make amends, it blows up on me like a grenade. somehow my words start out in good faith and intentions but end up like an … Continue reading tongue-tied