I know, I know, my writing has been spotty (at best) for the last couple months. Ironically, this wordless patch … More
Who is the Weakest Link?
What I pull out may render sad or jolly; Too big for my britches?
how did we go from
hairy bodies with clean faces
to bare skin and bushy beards?
He doesn’t come / when you call / usually.
The clouds always part
For in the end,
Love Runs to Us,
And Refuses to Ever let Us go.
Whatever form that functions is the thing
That proffers wisdom, be it balm or sting.
wisps of potential
the sun’s rays,
which was recently warm.
Little things piled up. Thing which, under normal circumstances, would have rolled off my back, but they ALL. HAPPENED. AT. ONCE.
We find ourselves
We’ve nearly done it.
in our certain
Clandestinely UnconcealedCovertly ConspicuousExplicitly SurreptitiousFurtive Exhibitionism AllAbove BoardwhileUndertheTable Simultaneously. In a deliciousjuxtaposition.
we have choices
that make all the difference
Between the cadences.
Every day is a new page in a book of endless pages.
A Sauvignon BlancNearing our parched lips and tonguesSlakes a long dryness
I see you… Rising above the cloudswhich obscurewhere your building began. You continue to riseIn spite of the clouds, And … More
The prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday (SoCS) is: “let go.” Write about the first thing that comes to mind … More