One Day

She sat upon a dream sometime Afraid to bring it back to life Awaiting for one day She kept The dusty little dream at rest So abandoned she lie On the cutting room floor Surpassed nine lives Yet dead again once more If not by her lips To reintroduce her to life Imagined in thought … Continue reading One Day


There is no stutter in the words that I write There is little fear not even a fight   I feel I say I scream From mountain tops indented phrases elapsed in thought   No holding back Once silent murmurs The light of day they see Words formerly unheard of   No coward stance behind … Continue reading Calling

I’ll Know When I Get There

I've overcome some obstacles, some big, some little; they varied in facets and depths. During the storm I ask why has it rained on my parade. . .how did I get stuck in quicksand. . .why, why, WHY didn't things go according to plan? I have learned so many things from these unsolicited obstacles that … Continue reading I’ll Know When I Get There