I have a morbid sense of time passing. This probably comes from doctors telling my parents, when I was two, that my disease meant I wouldn’t live to be a … Continue Reading Are We Having Fun yet?
Ah, summer…do we fully enjoy the beauty of it? This week, I present a poem that I wrote from a memory of my younger nephew when he was still freshly … Continue Reading Sand Poet
Sharing some thoughts in verse(ish). Perspective I sit beneath the Oak on a breezy summer day – cloud-puffed sky, sun through the leaves, lichen growing on the rain dark … Continue Reading A Little Poetic Musing