Sitting At The Tipping Point Between Seasons

My feet are covered Warm socks and blanket soft Outside the storm’s rage This time of year, sitting at the tipping point between seasons, I waver between melancholy and expectation. It’s a time of change, of emerging, and of energy. I feel that hope within. But I will miss the long night, the warm blanket … Continue reading Sitting At The Tipping Point Between Seasons

Here, There, Everywhere – Playing Around With Words

There’s nothing more profound Than a woman who's ungowned There’s something sadly funny About a picture of my tummy.   Here’s a one-word mystery Why's there no book of kisstory? Here’s a five-word line endeavor Clever? Me? Never!   Everywhere’s such a drag For mystics to claim and brag Everywhere is nowhere, so they say … Continue reading Here, There, Everywhere – Playing Around With Words