Our Emotions On Every Page — I’d like to write you a poem a cuddly, fluffy warm poem one letter at a time one word at a time every line carefully crafted I’d like to write you a poem a sweet aroma syrupy poem a verse a day a stanza a day in a book of scented whims…

I Only Learn To Love The Baby Much After Its Arrival — I am not an easy poet. I know If I were, I would be A poet my boot. If I don’t speak in tongues, If I don’t talk in my sleep, If I sleep without nightmares — A dead body Supine and stiff, My bed wouldn’t need Every morning A redressing…

Another Introduction Here — If I Don’t Change My Mind, Again — I am not who you think I am; I am not these accessories and accoutrements. I am not the coverings and conveyances. I am not the display pictures on my media walls or videos and photos of my appearances.

Just ask for one more day — There must be another life, she thought, sinking back into her chair, exasperated. Not in dreams; but here and now, in this room, with living people. She felt as if she were standing on the edge of a precipice with her hair blown back; she was about to grasp something…

And the prattling dance of raindrops — “It’s funny. When we were alive we spent much of our time staring up at the cosmos and wondering what was out there. We were obsessed with the moon and whether we could one day visit it. The day we finally walked on it was celebrated worldwide as perhaps man’s…

Fishermen do not tell all the stories from the sea — My mood depends on how I treat my toothbrushes. Being a skipper is a strenuous job, and when you are going through a rough phase, obviously you start taking out your frustration. You can’t take it out on anyone: you can’t take it out on your teammates or your wife…

We may stand still without but rock real steady within — I sometimes forget that I was created for Joy. My mind is too busy. My heart is too heavy for me to remember that I have been called to dance the sacred dance of life. I was created to smile. To Love. To be lifted up and to lift up others…

Where there are dark corners — “The dance between darkness and light will always remain — the stars and the moon will always need the darkness to be seen, the darkness will just not be worth having without the moon and the stars.” — C. JoyBell C. “I warn you, the trip will not be easy…

It’s your time to blossom — “There are endings. There are beginnings. Sometimes they coincide, with the ending of one thing marking the beginning of another. But sometimes there is simply a long space after an ending, a time when it seems everything else has ended and nothing else can ever begin.” ― Robin Hobb The…