It has been AGES since I have been here, it seems that when I am on fire with my visual art , my written art suffers. Time is a factor, when I have 5 projects going at once, the voices in my head are rather subdued, because all the poetry is oozing out of my […]Read Post ›
I wish I looked like this right now, because it looks like I feel pretty good about myself in this photo! And I did! I think it lasted a couple weeks, it was after I was alost finished moving in, and I was enjoying exploring my new home town. I had gone into ma cute […]Read Post ›
Strange days, these. People are acting wild, out of control. There is fear in their eyes, urgency in their speech. Anger in their hearts. I have been running away again, from storms, from memories, from emotions. Thankfully running towards God, who has taken me in, again. I am so grateful. I had a bad episode […]Read Post ›
In my last post here on The Wind, I shared how ashamed I was to not want to help myself get well. Upon further reflection the episode was cringe-inducing, and I must confess, my statements were frightening! Back in pool playing days my motto was, “It’s not the dog in the fight, it’s the fight in the […]Read Post ›
Life in a funeral parlor is very boring. Father sleeps all day now. He was always a napper, and absolutely loves to sleep. Perhaps it was an escape for him years ago, a way to avoid dealing with Mom or us kids. A big part of his nappiness is sleep apnea, which wasn’t even heard […]Read Post ›
Under rocks I see the clocks, When they buzz I hit with rocks The blasted thing when it rings Seems to knock me out my socks I try to sleep, and on it beeps I try to sing, not hear it ring, It won’t be blocked, that awful clock. I will throw it off the […]Read Post ›
