A home is made of many parts

To serve many functions,

Functions which can be performed by one

But become something more with others.

A front door, both access and security,

A wood and metal sentinel.

But also a portal, the line in the sand between

A long day of work and saying “I’m home”

The couch, a place of rest and relaxation,

A cushioned creature comfort,

But also a meeting place, where bodi...

It was always me and you,

Us two in inharmonious harmony

Part of me wondered when -

Now and then between stolen kisses and

Becoming Mrs. - exactly when my world

Was hurled and overtaken by your beauty

It blew me away and left me without breath

A little death of my own creation.

A realization I come to every morning

Thoughts reforming, this is how it’s meant to go

For me to know that in my darkest...

It’s a beautiful day. The sun is shining with a few white, cotton ball clouds drifting lazily across a stunningly blue sky. The river, with its deceptively fast current, splashes and burbles just on the other side of the rail. There are birds calling and dogs barking playfully. Children laugh and swing and chase at the nearby park. It’s the kind of laughter I miss even as I hear it. And so many lo...

I knew her when she was a thought that escaped my head,

I knew her when she took to crafts of the paper and the thread,

I knew her when she took to war and the people’s “righteous” calls,

And when she would aid her heroes before their final falls,

I knew her when she grew a tree of olives the first time,

I knew her when she was praised in music and in rhyme,

I knew her when she took that girl, ...

In many ways, love is a competition. You may not believe me, but it’s true. Who does the most for the other? Who says the most “I love you”s and _really_ means it? Who remembers to change the empty toilet paper more often? Now some people think the best way to win is by doing the big point items: big dinners, tickets to plays, movies, concerts, or lavish gifts. And the truth is, those may get you ...

Of all the gifts society has taken from the Greeks,

None convey relief and comfort like that honest shriek,

To be in doubt, or consternation, rifling in the plot,

When then, at last, an issue saved by solution you forgot,

The mind is burdened by its thoughts in our most trying times,

But feels the weight lift like loosed stone when thinking realigns,

And so it stands to reason when one almost star...

It’s a question often asked and leads people down different paths. Religion, literature, astrology, myth have all provided answers and yet none is any more powerful or accurate than another, as far as we know. Perhaps we find Elysian Fields in a place where the sun is always warm and the nights are always cool, the smell of lavender drifting to our noses. Or perhaps we become nothingness, dissolvi...

A world of things I wish to say,

But know I’ll never speak

I keep them in my hiding place

For fear of seeming weak.

These thoughts that bubble in my head,

But I keep them bottled tight,

I think I’d rather end up dead,

Than let them see the light.

For every thought I’ve dared to breathe,

I’ll have withheld a score,

It’s not in my nature to deceive,

Only to avoid a coming war.

I recognize the mon...

It occurred to me this evening

As I was driving on my way

Watching the leaves of fall and

The macabre decorations sway

All the things we’ve come to fear

The things that make us hide our eyes

All the monsters that we shy from

Are the phantom death in disguise

There’s those that now return from death

The skeletons and ghosts and zombies too

And those by rites that conquered death

The mummie...

You’ve been there for me

I’ll always be there for you

In good times and bad

Know you can always call me

That’s what friendship is about...