I was looking at some photos from a few years ago for a post I’m thinking about and a couple of things caught my attention.
It’s Me, Pearl. An Ode to Janis Joplin It’s never me, it’s you, except that it’s always me, it has never not been me, it
Some of my favorite fall foliage pictures from years gone by.
From the outside looking in, former beauty queen Loralee Montgomery has everything she ever dreamed of, a sprawling Texas ranch, two grown kids,
The days get long. We hope to be so much more than we are. We hope to be enough. Then we hope to be enough
Oh the things I dare not share, my want to tell you of, A longing in my heart, such is this love, Poetically accursed though
To speak of The Muse is to speak of The Ethereal, The Inspired. The walls shook with the sound of cascading thunder, the windows vibrating
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
The wanting of words let loose, wrapped around and back again, trailing into one another, not poetry but poetically realistic, to say, my toes
They bust the rusted meadows gate, wait the darkness for the dawn. They drink the stars, try to curse the moon, they wander on and
Waking… May 10, 1994 The sweet smell of honeysuckle rested on an evening breeze outside the open window. Looking down the driveway to the
How does one endure such distance? Is it true that you have grown to hate me? How would I know otherwise? As I am