Quiet Resilience

He romps, rubs and sits in quiet resilience to... weather and time. And, almost everyday, within the confines of my chaotic mind... I ponder... 'Now this is the contentment I have been searching to find!' “Dogs are minor angels, and I don't mean that facetiously. They love unconditionally, forgive immediately, are the truest of friends, … Continue reading Quiet Resilience


What Would Kafka Do?

The era of cyberspace, chat-rooms,selfies...Has led into a new and improved form of adult bullying.   It is everywhere we go... First the spoken/written/texted word...and, then maybe a passing thought... 'Have I taken the time to walk in another's shoes! “We are as forlorn as children lost in the wood. When you stand in front of … Continue reading What Would Kafka Do?

Trinkets for the Soul

My love glides back and forth. Up and down... The stairs. Completely...unaware. As I suffer with my self-pity. Cover myself in stages of disappointment... A quick quip. A random smile. And, that is how my love...reminds me. What is love? If not for something to give to another. As if, a trinket kept secret inside … Continue reading Trinkets for the Soul

AARP and Pimples

Today, I found a middle aged...pimple!  And, all manners of imagination...soon followed! “Self-esteem is for sissies. Accept that you're a pimple and try to keep a lively sense of humor about it. That way lies grace - and maybe even glory.” “Well, Daddy, I used to believe that artists went crazy in the process of … Continue reading AARP and Pimples

Crimson Tears

  In the midst of a dusty thoroughfare, she stands there. Not a mystic. Nor, a mythical, vibrant, icon. As I stretch my needy hands ahead of me. Our distance gets longer. Between pictures of what I am hoping to see. And, the wanting that aches below my feet. ∞ I cherish these days. These … Continue reading Crimson Tears