Potential

Once upon a time, I fell in love with Potential. I didn’t see it coming, walking in my barely there way, weary from losing my mother and best friend too soon. After seventeen years of singleness I was starting to feel like my opportunity for marriage was fading. I’d already soul crushingly talked myself out…

Perch Here

Paddle me across these waters as the fog dances and light begins to cast morning shadows. I will listen to the loon speak dialects that I don’t understand, yet my soul resonates with every call.

Words

They make stories, each formulated keystroke, that I didn’t even know existed moments ago, appearing on the blank canvas before me, like magic. They are personal, emotionally connected to one another, like the sweetness of a first kiss. They are torn, walled up, defensive, yet they are tender, loving, and careful. And they deplete me,…

Creating Meaninglessness

When daily prompts become the obsessive elixir to catapult numbers, one must stop and reevaluate where words are coming from and if they have any attachment at all. For it is too easy to get caught up in creating meaninglessness when the heart and mind are separated.

Inspired to Create

Cold bites at my sweater as I death grip the handrail, before entering the dark cemented gap between the house and earth. A focused eye finds what it’s looking for in the corner, full of shadows. While I search for a light in the switchless room, I stumble upon a knob. Twisting it, darkness grows…

That Moment You…

We have all had that forgetful moments, usually realizing way too late. Here are a few of those times this past week. That moment you…. – arrive at work wearing a sleeveless shirt on a hot day, realizing way too late you forgot to put deodorant on. – have a business meeting and wonder why…

Utopia of Rest

I sit by the pool, reading a book, as the sun dips just beyond the horizon. I figure I have an hour tops before I need to search for light to finish the pages. There’s silence here, even in the hum of the freeway near by and wind blowing through the trees, I still hear…

Freedom at a Cost

As joyful tears of reunion collect at the corners of my eyes, my muse for Lure Me A Story grasp between my hands. To finish is my goal. To savor emotional truths, letting them drift over my thoughts and nestle. History is shock and awe, the horrible and wonderful. I am beckoned by the warmth…