Sunday, June 30, 2013

Back to Basics

Writing, with no expectations, and swelled with a love for words and the stories they bring me. I've found my pen again, and it belongs to me. 

Monday, June 17, 2013

Wait for it

You gotta watch the weather. Wait for it. In the meantime, write and pretend no one will ever read it. 

Autumn Years: A Prose Poem

Fifty in April and haven't taken great care of myself over the past three decades. This quickly adds up to losing a step, wrinkles crawl...