Writings
Keep Moving
Just keep moving, across the open field and into the woods. Don’t look back until you reach the sea. Run until your lungs are ready to burst and every nerve shoots red-hot fire through your lost body, the soft sand under your feet, the salty air welcoming you home to the only place you understand,
Healing Through Poetry Fundraiser
Our Mission Poetry Heals improves our community’s mental health by providing expressive writing workshops and tools. The concepts emphasized are: We will use raised funds for operating support, mentor salaries, and additional programming. Just click on the link below to learn more about Poetry Heals and how to contribute. Fundraiser by Poetry Heals: Healing Through
Has the Dusting Been Done Up in Heaven?
Has the dusting been done up in heaven? If it hasn’t, there’s one thing I know good and well: You’re clipping the wings of those damn lazy angels And telling them all about going to hell; Do they run a tight ship up in heaven? Do they keep to their word and not waste a
Even great loves
Believe me, there are no great sufferings, no great regrets, no great memories. Everything is forgotten, even great loves. Albert Camus
An Easter Story
Nothing had broken Leo’s way that year. In January, he lost a battle with his mortgage company that cost him his home. His wife left him in February, taking their two children and the family dog with her. She said she was tired of being ignored. He told her he didn’t want to hear about
Healing Through Poetry Fundraiser
Our Mission Poetry Heals improves our community’s mental health by providing expressive writing workshops and tools. The concepts emphasized are: We will use raised funds for operating support, mentor salaries, and additional programming. Just click on the link below to learn more about Poetry Heals and how to contribute. Fundraiser by Poetry Heals: Healing Through
Has the Dusting Been Done Up in Heaven?
Has the dusting been done up in heaven? If it hasn’t, there’s one thing I know good and well: You’re clipping the wings of those damn lazy angels And telling them all about going to hell; Do they run a tight ship up in heaven? Do they keep to their word and not waste a
Even great loves
Believe me, there are no great sufferings, no great regrets, no great memories. Everything is forgotten, even great loves. Albert Camus
An Easter Story
Nothing had broken Leo’s way that year. In January, he lost a battle with his mortgage company that cost him his home. His wife left him in February, taking their two children and the family dog with her. She said she was tired of being ignored. He told her he didn’t want to hear about
The Enigmas
You have asked me what the lobster weaves between its golden claws, and I respond to you: The sea knows. You say to me, “What is the ascidia waiting for in its transparent bell? What is it waiting for?” I say to you, it waits as you do for time. You ask me whom the embrace
I Guess
The other day, I decided to take one of the numerous IQ tests offered on the internet. I chose a 100 question version. These are a few of the questions: “1. Unscramble the letters to form an English word: D R O H H C R P I S A “2. The day after