remembering dad •
I paused in the yard tonight •
hoping for fire flies Continue reading →
Nothing we can ever do repays what our Mom does for us but that’s ok. We can keep hoping to be as giving. Billy Collins reads his poem, The Lanyard.
Across the afternoon •
we took turns holding •
out our cupped hands full… • Continue reading →
NaPoWriMo.net suggested using social media to write about your friends and what they post. I’m just using it as a haiku starting point. The night is young! Continue reading →
Yuppers. I see how it is. Raz, however, was lying on my bed here at Mom’s.
Be willing to be uncomfortable. Be comfortable being uncomfortable. It may get tough, but it’s a small price to pay for living a dream.
