Carry On

Tell me what type of wind would have made you stay, tempted your shallow roots to grow and adventures to remain silent in the mind, considering the heart instead– talk about vulnerability when all you see is mastery even a mindful soul can grow lonely what bit of sun-dipped skin did you need to see, prepared toContinue reading “Carry On”

The Fight

I once thought of life as a screen. Shakespeare had his stage. Silverstein, some blue skin. Entirely hidden.   A teardrop in a lake. We all have our moments.  The daunting school hallway at ten. The basement party at twenty.  The busy conference room at thirty. But I don’t want to hide. I don’t have anythingContinue reading “The Fight”

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