day 15

sleep deprived i push through until the avalanche of tired then, i succumb 1.15.17

day 14

interact, interface we seek contact from a distance we call for a voice that warms we joke for the laugh that joins we sigh for our mutual discontent 1.14.17

day 13

sleep fled furtively to remain in hiding until the laziness of the weekend to come i lay awake with the desire to be lulled back by the womb-like warmth and the deep black then i realized the day had already summoned with unquestioning authority, to arise. 1.13.17

day 12

full moon cycle ends i must wait a little more for the breath of spring the flush of love the something new 1.12.17

fear (day 11)

fear of connection small talk light flirt not real so i push for the visceral the real and they all run away… 1.11.17

day 10

sleep trapped me on this first day of school drugged by dreams and covers warm i lay past the nudge of my morning alarm 1.10.17

colorful (day 9)

can’t explain i smile at the coming day i know why but choose not to say from reaching the edge so many times covering up for all of their crimes sense of self is long lost on them now while i stride into technicolor wow 1.9.17

day 8

as the invitations dwindled i stayed in from the cold i lit a fire and watched until it burned to ash and pondered the sparks that may come to pass. 1.8.17

fireplace (day 7)

i stare at the flame as it licks the log it spits and crackles fire fingers grasp my mind wanders to what may come to pass while i watch the wood burn to ash 1.7.17

day 6

splintered into slender pieces, a taste, apertif of time divided in a tug of war with too many players my end of the week. 1.6.17

headless (day 5)

today my head remained in bed while my body worked away and now i dread to see my head with nothing left to say. 1.5.17

navigation (day 4)

i walk along where vines hang low the moonlight shines the sea below steer my ship through choppy seas stockade of my speckled past with wounded ones unfit to last give fair warning when passing by i lick the honey off chapped lips and blow a kiss to opposing ships seek my…

day 3

waterlogged, i wake to kick the rain and punch the wind morning walk passes strewn christmas trees laying in wait for their untimely removal like fallen soldiers cast aside in their prime remnants of their multicolor brilliance fend off the drops of the persistent rain. 1.3.17

day 2

new year, new day rattles in work yells and stomps its feet while i move slowly into gear. 1.2.17

day 1

house holds the chill from yesterday while splashes of sun warm the grass i long to close my eyes again and dream of  days to come. 1.1.17

Find Your Voice

Bring in the new year… Many are ready to say goodbye to 2016. We lost so much talent, our country was divided by a difficult election, and many faced personal challenges. I tend not to think of one year as better than another. It’s a process, a winding road, that leads to…