tigers in cages pacing for release pressing their fur into the chain link fence, roaring their dominance, one over the other, demanding to be the first to feed. not so very different, observed from the observer, watching from a safe distance, marveling at their ferocity while harboring anger of their own at all different, separate, …

i have learned to stay calm, amidst the chaos of life as it swings like a pendulum from unbearable sadness to unencumbered joy from an ordered plan i follow to the disarray i try to contain i walk in the center and let the rest fall away. 6.22.17

the burden of rage is a gift i’ve been given, from a father too wounded to think of another. though, i have muffled, the anger inside me, i know i have given some of it too. we parents aren’t perfect, we feel all the pain of parents before us and our children again. i hope …

as i stand taller in the shoes i have chosen and embrace the self i have become, i walk without knowing where i am going but finally accepting from where i have come. 6.22.17

the morning is soft, the sun still gentle, forgiving. i sit in a quiet house eagerly devouring the silence like a forbidden fruit. all are asleep, perhaps dreaming, without desire for more. no struggle for my attention, nor needs to fulfill. i simply sip my bitter coffee, guide my pen, and relax. 6.22.17