Seasons Within

Shades of bright pink–magenta, fuchsia, cerise–through a sea of gray, peak,a reminder that soon it will be spring. In the shroud of fog and mistthat seems to perpetually persist, nature refuses to statically subsist;every cloud will again disperse or lift. Time was constructed with the condition of motion with clauses that require stages of hibernation;every living thing … Continue reading Seasons Within

The Tiller

Trust in the shadows;they are benevolent too, dimming the wrong waysso the beacon may shine through. Listen for the truth;it whispers faithfully through the gale.Turn your back to the blustery lies;the bitterest of winds best fill the sails. You don't need a mapfor an evacuation route;just follow the signsHe's already laid out. He knows all, … Continue reading The Tiller


The most profound beautyis found in the mundane,outside the gardener's bordersbroken free from the rein; water from the heavensthat kisses the fleshproduces the sweetest of blossomsfrom what umbrella'd belles reject.The most desired flowerdons not perfect petals;the most exquisite featuresonly captivate when held close.Colors can distract and hidewhat lies beneath the surface;the purest beauty is only boldwhen … Continue reading Non-Roses

Monday to Monday


Everything happens for a reason? No, I don’t think so. I hope not. I am not a believer in fate to that extreme. It’s too controlling. If it were truth, I’d personally journey to dethrone those meddling Moirai and take back my life. I’d do it for others too.Now destiny to me is a whole … Continue reading Monday to Monday

My Buoyancy

When a million mixed feelings rise up in medespite the dam I've so meticulously built,and the tears threaten to overtake, in the emotional disturbance, overspill, and I get so frustratedfor not being able to keep it down,and I get exhausted from the not understandingof these things too buried within myself,  and upon my pillow, I offer up … Continue reading My Buoyancy