winding up to blow over everyone and everything that stands in my way… i sense no path -forward or backward isolated in a forest with overgrown fears closing in surrounding my feet i change my mind -escape and morph into another hiding once more an invisible ticket expired and worn barely readable the conductor puts…
i am spending a significant portion of my morning on social media because, well, i have been stimulated. Which basically means my brain is cooking up ideas and piling up future projects, while a myriad of unfinished projects patiently weep… waiting for me. “Off on another excursion, yet again! Are you?” my conscious is seething.…
some days my son is so much like his father i want to jump out the window i can leave the man but i cannot abandon the boy some days being a mom is so painful so challenging that i catch myself wishing i’d made different choices fantasizing about a life … — Finish the…
what? what is it you want from me? independence or support… are we family or strangers? what i expect is foreign to your ideals my power lost… or found as we wrestle in the tree’s shade despite the sun losing the battle my growing spirit, with limbs set against time what we have… is, peace…
i will stand on my own before i jump in and swim with the crowd convictions
Church is poetry. Poetry is life. A life well lived. I read this article… Is this our world? Here is my heart reaction, in words. This is equally tragic as 9/11. The voices of those dead in Chicago cry out for us to take action. How do we react? We dissect each tragedy and look…
i am contemplating buying a typewriter. why? glad you asked! i am starting to think i spend too much time here… in WP Land. and not enough time producing my chapbooks for family and friends. my time spent here also leaves me little time to work on quilts, paintings, my promise garden or finding a…
walls inside keep spores from spawning outside decaying rotting… yawning, i shroom days on end holding myself together not touching the walls surrounding an interior ready to crumble i fall crawl to the screen make my way through relentlessly waiting for the end my friend
I discovered a new artist. I love when that happens. No time to write this morning… but before i head out the door, i wanted to share what i have been listening to the past few weeks. Love, my WP friends… love j🧡
Everything in life happens… and then we reminisce. — Read on americaoncoffee.wordpress.com/2018/09/02/solitude-loneliness-and-a-cup-of-coffee/
