A New Day

My last day at the computer, before the holidays and I'm still scheduling posts completely in a daze I've made cookies, trimme...

A Christmas Breath I am trying to breathe. with days intent to race. time - ever fleeting Hours stripped to seconds double-paced ...

words educate injustice questioning my place here white skin hurts mirrors on history show us water be damned fingers broken heart of st...

Happy Valentine's Day! What better day than today to take a look at Rumi's love poetry, as translated by Nader Khalili. The folks a...

I scribe illusion from the truths inside of me who would believe them ... * inspired from a prompt from Colleen's Week...

If I squeeze too tight tissue paper hands will tear my dying vigil your forehead's stress lines passed to survivors In me...

Daily updates from my phone no change... no change... never any change; but the worst is in store. Three,  the number of  weeks one...

on this spring day the flowers bloom birds return and life renews the hollow space inside my heart tears a little bit gets blown...

sweet blush of my cheeks hope blossoms eternally our renewal sings ~

breathing  in  the  moment I walk purposeful with soul world encompassing late winter sparkles hints of green life here I stand...

I'm waiting for the day when the frost melts and sweet life unfurls, bursts magically forth from my cold, tight embrace. I...

A New Year a new day... More of the same, like days gone by? ~ hoping for more I pray. Prayers are good and fine, but actions beget m...

dreaming of the sky just a few rungs higher up my infinity

wind blows snows follow wan November furlough winter foreshadow ~

Children's voices  raised in song. No words uttered to interrupt the psalm. Poppies placed row upon row. Honour, resp...

Autumn's tender rays whisper of summer's last days fleeting memory

Fire burns bright in anticipation of future endeavours I fan the flames of my intended success with hope and  enthusias...

I  am the beautiful girl that people look back  on   remembering the sweet pieces of a heart  which sur- vived only by  ...

Until we parted I didn't know what home was the feel rhythm, sway and dance of us two moving as one thoughts started by yo...

You know it's going to be a good day when you get this in the mail—a good luck coin. It came with a book too. Next up on the TBR pil...