M E L T I N G

“If I could sleep with my arms around you, the ink could stay in the bottle.”
~ Shelly King

P E A C E K E E P E R

“It is not enough to win a war; it is more important to organize the peace.”
~ Aristotle

S T A R R Y

“Face to the sea, I hear the wind calling me to truth
Close your eyes and dream beneath the warmth of skies of blue
Longing to rest my weary bones
So long the path, O be still my soul”

D E E P

“We are streaming data, bit by bit, and dilating time into hard-coded love.”
~ V

C O N S O L A T I O N

How do you decide when to start over and who do you decide to start over with? It may be different for everyone but likely has something to do with needs, wants and listening to our hearts. Sometimes it is better to invest in quality blood ties than inferior bloodlines.

A W A K E N E R S

Coffee brewing, bacon frying, my grandmother’s peach cobbler. Fire. All familiar scents that once woke me from sleep. Little did I know until now of the ethereal smell of intensity, an aroma I’ve grown to love more than all the others because it not only wakes me from sleep but also from the darkness.

S I L E N C E R

What are you listening for? The sound of bullets, horses and roses all sound the same depending on which end of the barrel you’re focused on.

A N E M O I

“How did Nathan die?” Mom had been sleeping soundly and was awoken by that question asked by her daughter.  Her eyes fluttered open taking a moment to focus on her daughter’s unkempt hair and eyes still full of sleep because she’d just awoken too.

C H O R U S

“Impermanence” Standing with my towel wrapped around my waist I faced the mirror and read the word I’d written in the fog the prior day.  Each day I wrote a new word, sometimes for myself and sometimes for the child entering behind me.  This word was for me.