the pendulum swings back and forth back and forth tracing hypnotic circles in white sands drawing closer ever closer to my center I wait on
In memory of Lieselotte Porter 1925-2018 another empty chair another empty corner only resurrection assured this Easter morn are my ghosts who brokers the introductions?
I wrote earlier today about personal struggles I am having deciding what to post on Brave and Reckless during these uncertain times (While Rome Burns).
I am a prolific writer who has enough poetry, fiction, and essays in the archive that I can usually pre-schedule a significant amount of posts
we line up the edges of our frayed hearts thread a sharp needle with silken floss spun from fragile hopes newfound trust dreams private smiles
One of my favorite Brave and Reckless writing challenges from 2017 was the phrase ‘I am more than breath and bone’. This worthy prompt will
my reflection and I do not behave the way mirror images ought we do not face each other glassed twins one of us safely contained
“No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; if a clod be
melancholy an aquamarine tide that washes over me flooding my banks piercing my sea walls reminding me how deeply human I am how delicate how