Writing

It’s fun to bike with no hands ! Not a good idea over speed bumps. My oldest son is good at building things. He’s built two planters for veggies. My youngest is great at picking completely unknown, awesome movies to watch. My spouse can still throw a baseball really far. I can grow tomatoes. They […]

True poetry requires an exquisite sensitivity that is so elegantly present to experiencing existence, a sublime, artistically rendered expression of the present. But as soon as one reaches into the mind’s depths for the perfect gem of a word, the moment that one is trying to express disperses. It becomes pixels and crystals that flutter […]

I am small And now I am heavy With the weight of depression, The weight of uncertainty. My feet press into the earth Down, down, into the ground I shuffle and drag myself Forward to the next moment.

This is for no one, Like screaming into a void, Does it exist? Words without end, Another day of nothing, Who would want to read this? I barely want to write it.

Grieving. Is silence Followed by wailing Followed by silence.

My body is trying To lean into Joy. Amazing how adaptable The human spirit is.