La pioggia stilla The rain drips|trickles … La pioggia scivola The rain slides|glides … La pioggia cade lieve The rain falls softly …. La pioggia sussurra The rain whispers … La pioggia sussurra alla finestra The rain whispers at the window Ahhhhh Vivi nella bellezza Live in beauty … I’m learning Italian. My mind is […]
I’m writing as my personal self on Instagram again. As writers, we have an audience — but not all audiences are the same. When I’m writing to the WordPress community, I come as I am. I always have. The fact that other people outside of WP can see what I write in my slippers and […]
If you don’t love what you make You won’t look after it when times are tough Imagine if you gave birth to your children And didn’t love them Didn’t love them like you would die in their place In a second Without a thought Not an inkling of hesitation Imagine what would happen to them […]
A dog digging a hole is happy Sometimes they are digging to bury a bone Or investigate a noise Lost in the digging they avoid all thought other than I Am Digging But when they surface happily panting A little wild eyed Is when the reality arrives And they wonder if perhaps that great and […]
What if what’s up there isn’t heaven? What if hell is not below? What if both are not places but presences — things that live in the spaces all around us, shifting their nature according to our thoughts? What if we know nothing about death or dying? What if we don’t go anywhere — we’re […]
I sat alone utterly happy — because my passing thoughts are great company when I’m happy. And when I’m otherwise engaged, they’re the only company I can tolerate. — This isn’t a dark post — just a simple truth known to most writers. We are a thousand voices and memories, compressed into one fleeting, fragile […]
This piece explores the voice behind the poet, the stitching of memory, and the anchor points that root us in a world that often slips past.
Whatever you work in this life Whatever you create with If you strive And give of yourself fiercely If you surrender to the art It will answer And its reply Will in turn create you The painter will be painted The musician will be played The sculptor will be moulded The writer will be written […]
The best choices are never planned The road taken often looks like the wrong one If I even bothered to use a map anymore Which I don’t The seat of my pants Is wise I made it so By falling back on it so often Gravity is easy Habit divine The trick is choosing the […]
Why wouldn’t I create? We have this ability to make ourselves incredibly happy for hours With something that comes completely from within No outside person or thing required I pick up a slim black tipped pen Or a camera Or a notebook And write, click, paint, Walk out into nature Or drink deeply from my […]
