Word Chemistry – Redemption to Love.

Unfettered faith is paramount in manifesting future redemption through the kaleidoscope looking glass, with intuition at the helm and the pirates in its wake. Become the master of your own story with eyes peeled in vigilance and satisfaction upon your self-vindication and exoneration from tragedy thrown in your flames by those shaken solid in the…

The Fox Room.

Tailored in fanciful costume soiled with dirt mixed with moss, wrestling with the echo of maniacal laughter that dares to jump rope with genius. All so familiar. He’s dressed in flannel now, ready, set, go for the fall mirrored in the flickering flames of the unfamiliar. I can almost hear this eerie lullaby playing off-tune…

Notes to Self – In All Disorder, A Secret Order.

He knew, we all knew, so much lay beneath the surface yet to be seen. How is one to sum it all up in one letter when you cannot even fit it into a book? The complexity of your condition overflows the confines of any finished piece, splitting the binding on the spine so every…

Honey.

I couldn’t comprehend how Spring would bring new life when my heart was still buried in last September, decaying under the memories of you. But, Spring has come and gone and Autumn reigns again, bursting forth colorful displays that remind us all that there is beauty in the breakdown and life in letting go. Like…

Adopt the Maxim – George Washington.

“In politics as in philosophy, my tenets are few and simple. The leading one of which, and indeed that which embraces most others, is to be honest and just ourselves and to exact it from others, meddling as little as possible in their affairs where our own are not involved. If this maxim was generally…

Hello, Old Heart.

A lot of personal ephinanies lately and I’m really grateful for them even if they’re hard to hear or seem like “duh” moments. Not only am I realizing, but I am also internalizing the truth that my old bad-ass, fearful, hard, angry and reactive (even cynical) exterior, that believed fierce independence was strength, was simply…

The Library | Dream.

The writing’s on the table and he saw you there before … pulled up a seat for the unbound and humiliated whore. Or so they said, as you walked red-faced down the aisle, saturated with books and wisdom beyond their tattered piles of waste and haste and everything that stuck like glue in world where…

Yet, I Do.

There isn’t anything in the Bible that says I have to miss you, yet, I do. I don’t know why this happens so abrubtly at times when I find my head hanging out the window like some dog in heat trying to feel relief from the wind that I only wish would sweep us away….

Honey.

I couldn’t comprehend how Spring would bring new life when my heart was still buried in last September, decaying under the memories of you. But, Spring has come and gone and Autumn reigns again, bursting forth colorful displays that remind us all that there is beauty in the breakdown and life in letting go. Like…