So, why am I telling my own story? Because. I am not famous, never will be. I am not somebody.  I missed that train, in the rain, while hoping for Spain. You see, I have an educated friend that judges people based on the way they speak, more than the color of their skin.  Quote, … Continue reading I Know My Truth →

Da Dream Success and money, and all of it. Yeah, I fell short! You? I did have those moments when I felt happy but layered over by worries of bills, and the baby, the water pump on the chevy was broke. Yet, there were those times when I laughed like a loon, free of my … Continue reading Da Dream →

Today, Not last year Remember me not as I was Love me as I am or not, Or, forget me forever I walk ever forward, You can stay where you are I love and live where I am Walk into the future Not forever wedded to the past Your choice, not mine I live for … Continue reading I Walk Forward →

You face out on the world, with your smile, and your determination But, inside, you fear what comes next You will raise your voice, and you will get mad But, inside, your fear is stronger and louder. The mirror tells you the truth, But, inside, you do not want to face it. Can someone hold … Continue reading Hold My Hand →

Ramblings from an Unpaved Mind Tick There it goes again, Tock, the sound of my life bleeding away Tick, When I thought I had a future Tock, Followed by my desperation of failure Tick My marriage and children Tock My failure Tick My dreams were only children dreams Tock My bubble is now real, and … Continue reading Tock of Life →

While I live I am not always loved While someone hears me They do not always understand me While I feel Others will not accept my emotions Still, I breathe and hope for love, understanding, and clarity. As a human, I reserve the right to be wrong from time to time. Yet, still, I hope … Continue reading Hoping to be Accepted →

Sunlight falls through the window, warming, caressing the air, turning and spinning the dust particles that catch and shine as they dance on the music of the silence of the room. The smell of the room is beyond stale.  Maybe, ancient?  Not armpit, not an old shoe, not even bad breath.  Something latent.  Something that … Continue reading Sunday Dust Bunnies →

Tell me a story. One you can't tell your momma or your priest. It might even be one you do not want to tell the mirror. Right now, I am where I am supposed to be, and so are you. The world is turning round and round, and people are living and dying. But, I … Continue reading Sitting on a Barstool →

Grounded by the carpet of sparkling immensity above me, I feel small. Lost in an ocean of humanity, I am swept away. Praying for a touch of a hand to ground me, to hold me, I wait. Still, my heart is alone and drowning and wishing. Feeling for God, for the very reason to be … Continue reading In Loving Earth →

April, I would have my left hand behind that beautiful neck of yours My eyes locked into yours, deeply, with nakedness of my soul. You, and I take a few more breaths, my left hand on your neck. You need my kiss to close the deal. I want a kiss to start my heart once … Continue reading My Left Hand, your Neck →