enjoying the simple pleasures of life
There’s a high price for pushing to be right instead of unified
I’m taking a readcation. Seems like a good time for a little spine poetry fun.
It’s a hard time to be creative. Isn’t it?
Just Enough is all we need
limping along after a long winter leaves me grasping for hope
Creatives inspire creatives. Listened to Torrey Maldonado talk about interiority must be loud. Got me thinking about my verse novels and got me thinking about Truth.
It’s so hard to call myself an author or poet, yet I can’t help playing with words. Maybe that’s why I’m so moody!
On this solemn day of the Christian faith, we only sit in sorrow for a moment because we know Sunday’s coming.
When my heart is heavy with the condition of this world, I must try to be more like dandelion seeds