On the Couch
I wrote about this my first year in college. I have the original on a floppy disk, remember those? However, no device to plug it into to retrieve my writings from back in the day. Whatever I wrote, had my … Continue reading
I wrote about this my first year in college. I have the original on a floppy disk, remember those? However, no device to plug it into to retrieve my writings from back in the day. Whatever I wrote, had my … Continue reading
The onethat gasps in delight at your sight.the onethat makes you gasp in delight while in your sightyou know the one,whether you feel it in your dreams makes no differenceeven when you reach the altar of the darkened starif you … Continue reading
Finite and infinity,limit and limitless.uncertainty and perceiver of truth. We ask a great deal of ourselves to wake up from a comfy slumber.Groggy often too sunken to think, who am I?Hard to say from underneath it all.Unkind time entangled within … Continue reading
I wouldn’t consider this a path to enlightenment, but it’s a path nonetheless. All we can do is close our eyes and listen as darkness descends and reminisce about singing all night for no other reason but love. We cannot … Continue reading
At first, I thought there to be two little birds, but turns out it was the same robin drumming at my window, desperately trying to tell me something. I cracked the door ajar just enough to invite her in yet … Continue reading
Thankfully we don’t have to trek too far for some downhill careening amongst friends. We have already ventured to about a half dozen slick hillsides thus far, this one is our sweet spot. For one we get more belly laughs … Continue reading
Creating opportunities in intervals has been my motto for almost two decades now. I haven’t had a whole lot of intervals to myself during those times, although cherished, not much alone time. So while my schedule hasn’t been mine for … Continue reading
The passers-by did not take heed Of me, of my frozen stillness. Deep-rooted ideas, they cling onto Intentions pitched into the bottoms of the washed-out bins. Desires to live a celebratory existence stay frozen. Remember the template, Remember there’s another … Continue reading
I had a flask back to a high school moment the day this mirror was fastened to this quirky closet door. I was previously a demure maiden and as such wouldn’t have done anything too drastic to attract attention. Unless, … Continue reading
Spanning a half century of musings, the collections that stand the test of time are the ones that I have been derided for, for they are the ones that made me stand out not so much for the limelight but … Continue reading