Category: quiet

In The Lingering of November

Almost December, I wonder what it will bring with it, however much I try not to. I think about the things we think we always wanted, the ones we got, and the ones that got away, in the middle of the day, in the glaring light of dawn, […]

Can You Hear the Quiet?

I’ve been doing some serious thinking about the world lately. Can you hear the quiet? This serious thinking isn’t a new thing for me. This bout of thinking began with the drug induced suicide of a rock star. I’m referring to it as drug induced because we’ll never […]

The Harvest.

The Harvest The sparkle on the river, The lights from distant shore, The cold and bitter glitter, The beckoning of more, Is beautiful to look at, ‘tis a pleasing sight to see, Like a woman dressed for dinner, In all her finery, But all that shines is not […]

Finding My Niche in the Beautiful World.

  A question of direction. Lately I’ve realized that the last few years the main focus of my writing has been something of an untoward wrestling match trying to come to some kind of terms with it. There have many discussions about “voice.” I’ve bristled at the idea […]

Psalm of The Beautiful Dream.

I am being quiet because there is a voice that I need to hear, it is my own. I am choosing simplicity because I can. I remind myself to claim each day with intention. I am choosing calm over chaos. I am believing for restoration. Knowing and having […]

Longing For Autumn.

Longing for Autumn Summer has arrived and I am longing for the Autumn season. Each day grows longer in its’ strange, lazy heat, making me wistful. Thinking of cooler evenings, of colors faded from the over exposure of prolonged direct light. I miss the cool shadows, the early […]

Unlimited

Unlimited You know what a woman wants? A badass son of a bitch who can make the trip and still treat her like the most precious being on the planet. A man who’s really a gentleman, even if sometimes she doesn’t act like much of a lady. She […]

Honeysuckle.

  Waking… May 10, 1994 The sweet smell of honeysuckle rested on an evening breeze outside the open window. Looking down the driveway to the street, in the dim glow of the footlights, I could almost see it. There was something dangerously familiar about it all. My head […]

Dreaming.

DREAMING 9-19-91 It sounded like thunder. We could see a strange, red cloud rising up in the distance. Having had only the blank landscape in front of us for hours on end, the cloud was an irresistible sight. Keep moving, I thought, stay in the Jeep. Before I […]