I am sitting in a cozy chair in the living room while I begin writing close to the bone. I can hear the tic…tic of the clock on the wall. The sound of the fridge humming in the background is almost soothing. Too much silence can be loud. The cat is purring on...
I am sitting at my desk as I write this. From my window everything looks a bit bleak, bare, and grey. Even the sky looks chilly, pulling the clouds in close like a warm blanket. A few geese have just flown by, honking on their way to hopefully, somewhere warmer. Such...
I’m sure you’ve heard the saying, “and the meek shall inherit the earth.” I like to imagine “the meek” as the energy of poets and angels. Yes, you know who you are. You are the ones hanging out on the fringes of society, peering in...
