be like the sand the lonely grain stuck in the bed of a luxurious oyster; the steady irritant which will then transform. be a caterpillar wanting more allowing time and discomfort to make anew. be the river which flows through the rocks carving its path wherever it goes. be all you can but do not …

today we march with our daughters and sisters, our mothers and friends. we march with men we love or because of men we do not. today we rise up and unite, tomorrow we must remember to act. 1.21.17

my mind is full of willowwacks where fairies play and flowers grow it’s where i go when all is not as it seems to find comfort in the darkened woods the sturdy trees and the cracks of sun pushing through the leaves 1.20.17

i continue to… drive for nothing wait for no one wast my time the road continues with its twists and turns 1.19.17

sliding doors to empty rooms double mirrors to trick the view tremors of the yet to be i plant my roots and grow above to survey the scene 1.18.17