Seen, heard, written all over
My eyes close on a good day and a verse writes itself, turn on the water in the shower and by the end I’ve written… Read More »Seen, heard, written all over
My eyes close on a good day and a verse writes itself, turn on the water in the shower and by the end I’ve written… Read More »Seen, heard, written all over
On a cloudy as on a starry night, eyes open wide the mystery, no more a secret, of the formation of the clouds intrigues me… Read More »Embrace the storyteller within
Peeled eyes, clumsy hands stubborn heart, late at night can’t think right, so I write Confusion and fear over a million years that seem not… Read More »Quest for Hardening a Soft Spot
Have we collectively become more sleep-deprived these past few months or is it just still us, the usual suspects — the insomniacs, the night owls,… Read More »Drowsy Notes and Sleepless Nights
No fall air was cool enough. No comfort found in words. Every little sound in the soulless night was a sinking hole. But their words…… Read More »Lessons Collected Gone Unlearned
I had my earbuds in my ears, volume up above healthy levels, blasting Rihanna’s We Found Love when I got distracted thinking how funny it… Read More »The Road, The Unknown, and I
Live life dangerously, but cautiously. Exuberantly, but modestly. Eagerly, but patiently. Fearlessly and fiercely. Most importantly, live life…suitably: your way.
Sign language is an artistic way of communication that not all of us can interpret, nor master. Isn’t that the same reason that not all… Read More »Red Flags and All That Jazz
We met on a social media comment section of a popular page. Arguing about each other’s point of view, we took the angry exchange to direct… Read More »A Walk in the (Snowy) Park