Category Archives: Pomes

In the doldrums, fog obscures sight in every direction, my hands empty. Breathing (yes, I am breathing), I place my hands on the rise and fall of each inhale and exhale. I move, just a little, lifted by breath, as … Continue reading →

Crawling   Individually, we emerge from a web of lives entwined, complicated with our own untried dreams and naïve hopes.   Crawling across threads taut with the strength of habit and history, we learn where not to go.   We … Continue reading →

Somewhere between the stars (in my eyes), a dream had me saving lucky pennies till I was rich. I’m long down that glittering road, sworn to noble purpose; good friends with hope and despair. Folks rich with the stuff of … Continue reading →