The page has vim and vitriol//Within its very fibers...
Vim and Vitriol
Black Ink On Paper
My soul spills out - black ink on paper...
Keeping Myself Human
And if today is just a day// I'll just make it a good day//Keeping myself human along the way
Escaping Dissolution
Trembling with the length of each sentence//Meaninglessly desperate to delay its end...
The Magic of Real Life
A coffee and pen//Daydreaming again//Trying to imitate the magic of real life//As I write
100th Post of 2020 – THANK YOU
For my 100th blog post of 2020, I wanted to share a bit about my WordPress writing experience, and say a huge thanks to some folks who have been integral in my journey...
One Who Simply Is Not
I cannot tell if the storm is coming, or if it passed long ago...
Crack in the Wall
That night, as I laid bed, stories running through my mind, with a groan and creak, I lifted my head, then I understood, and I cried
I Will Do This Someday
What a hopeless phrase. What a terribly, terribly hopeless phrase.
December Rose 