Sometimes I want to weep Cry my heart out For the little Girl child Living inside This old woman. Moon-faced Sorrow-full eyes Bowl-shaped hair Self-effacing smile. I want to Take...
Some days I feel like a Slab of frozen meat Left to thaw on a stylishly Barren countertop Slick granite hard as steel A lifetime promise Guaranteed to outlive me While the...
I stand on one side Of the canyon And you on the other We both look down At the beautiful view Of the canyon floor And we agree It is a sight to behold Yet our definition Of...
Girl Warrior Tell me your story I am here to listen and to learn Tell me your story To shine the light on your valued life Tell me your story And I will share it tenderly with...
Hey Toby, Remember me And when We first met It’s been A lifetime or two Since then Memories recede For some But I Remember you Vividly It was the Summer of ‘74 Nixon...
After you broke my heart Sometimes I soared with the angels And kissed the feet of God. Sometimes I groveled in the mud And made deals with the devil. But most of...
Hey E Baby, most of the time I can deal with this thing that hangs in the air like smoke from the cigarettes you couldn’t live without I put on the brave face red lipstick...
Hey E Baby I was thinking about that Sunday morning Just after we bought the house It was November and the rain Was pelting on the window All dark and dreary outside So you put...
Write the stories you like to read. Make the music you like to listen to. Paint what you see with your heart not your eyes. Take pictures of the things that delight you. Weave...
The act of authentic writing is like performing open-heart surgery on yourself. Without anesthetic. You slice open your chest, rip apart your flesh, hack into your bones and pull...
