it is not easy to be soft to be there when the world begs of you to be tough to never shed a tear never let them hear that maybe you need someone near to sit and watch the world your world crumble into a million pieces and no one ever knows never knows the fears everything comes everything goes children…

the world is a free for all i thought humans were the force to heed the call for peace a saneness that does not exist but they do not pay attention to the misery so tell me why would a god create a system of cruelty where lions attack gazelles and coyotes maul deer and songbirds are so helpless to…

i seem to always be in that place almost but not yet that place where what i long for and where i am is unsettling an empty lonely space a kind of no man’s land like the place where high tide becomes low tide but in a moment a mere desolate suggest and night becomes day and…

sometimes i think today will be the day the day all sadness all sorrow goes away the day life starts to crank up again or yet maybe life has never been quite this way you know when life seems valued and respected when i feel comfortable in my own skin not like living in someone else’s dark oppressive shadow In…

there is no going back no never do we go back we never return to where we’ve been it is never the same we can only move ahead those people who want to replay and replay again and again the feelings the motions the gravest emotions never win no they never do they have no idea how or where to begin and…

imagine how afraid they were imagine the terror not knowing where to run babies being torn to bits teachers frozen in fear panic is the only sound they hear and bullets that they could not comprehend an automatic weapon in a texas school a tool welcomed almost everywhere and enters…

what is beautiful someone asked well a flower about to bloom that is beautiful a shimmering star flying across the sky the lines etched around my mother’s brown eyes when she smiled the mountains echoing in grey in blue the sea that lingers where the moon falls into gold leaves in rich hues dancing to the ground someone warm…

I vividly remember when I hated Mother’s Day. I truly wanted to hide under a rock and not come out until it was all over. I so desperately wanted to be called “Mom”, and yet, the universe had other plans for me. My mother felt my suffering, and so I…