Trees Without Bark


In Autumn- leaves fail … They drift away They fall and break And whisper ourselves apart- And become the grains of Winter- The assumption that gray is not a color becomes a narcotic slumber that forgives the advice from a younger heart- And urges forward- and onward- and hints that once upon a time- we…

The Last Cherry To Drop


To the key board witness… I was struck by lightening that basically left my body at the door as I entertained a new reality in my life named Kashmir. A smile with sun glasses and flirty hair was my future to be. A sassy walk, leggy confidence, and passion for honesty and truth was the…

Running like there was no Tomorrow…


She is always on “Alert”, post stroke or not- she just remembers to defend the family and her brood. Our newest rat dog follows and watches her like a hawk. Inconsistent for rats- but truly explainable for love. A sad sad street that is waiting to be walked on…