The Fountain

They say There is a place Somewhere in a deep wood Where there stands A fountain of youth Those that drink from it Harmonize And as they age They sing over The wrinkles and they dont curse the time theif They become mothers who give magic to their children And Fathers who build them wings … More The Fountain

Reaching for Light

I sat in the shadows of the evening In the silence of the house Warming my hands with the coffee mug Reaching for inspiration Yearning for my thoughts to turn poetic Itching for a pen Wishing I could step outside of myself and take a walk And see everything untinged Untamed, untouched Unfiltered See things … More Reaching for Light

The Book

  I turned the page. I read the words that pierced so deep As if the author knew my life And wrote to expose me in my weakness The words on the pages said my name They called me out from hiding They made me agonize Over what I knew About myself The scarlet letter … More The Book

The Way We Are

The Way We Are Sunday morning coffee conversations are like music that fills the room. The sweet aroma of freshly ground beans add depth to the familiar melody we enjoy so much. This is him and I. This is us, naturally. This is what you would see if you peek through the window of our … More The Way We Are