Sometimes our hearts need to be guarded until we love ourselves enough to be able to put it at risk again.
The Woman Who
The writer will struggle along the way, as does any artist to believe in self. But, in this doubt there is always a mentoring that brings the person to full potential – a personal reflection on that belief and one we all need.
The Man Who
This poem describes the lack of connection we are feeling in a world losing its attachment to the other by a continual bombardment of options.
The Memory Bowl
At a time when I needed my family and friends the most, they were there. A story of love, and how a wooden bowl became a symbol of everything beautiful at a time when it felt like life was anything but.
Gone Is Just a Word
It was a typical day at home, doing typical things – making meals, doing a little gardening and getting around to some long-overdue projects. These are times when I love to just let my mind wander…but on this day, all I could think about was my Mother.
Vivid
She always wrote about love, because love eluded her. It was the enchanted sword that killed fierce dragons. The magic that broke all wicked spells. The remedy for the sick and dying. Love was ‘hope’ after everything was lost.
The Surreal Housewife: Bring me a “higher love” (Steve Winwood)
Love is remembering; he was someone before he met you. He had highs and lows and dreams and disappointments and comebacks and setbacks; job offers and perfect games and sublime moments alone in nature. He experienced moments with lovers that left him daydreaming for the entire next day.
Just One More
He was dying. There was no doubt about that. The alcohol had poisoned his body and his mind. She in her fear knew if she couldn’t do anything for him now then that would the end of him.
Dad: I Love You
In my early memories of my father, he softly appears in partial recollections of places and activities but I can’t see his face. My father, Joseph, passed away seven weeks ago and would have turned 94-years-old this week.
Are You Addicted to “Love”?
Exploring the commonplace obsession with having romantic relationships filled with “chemistry.” And how this fits into social patterns of addiction.
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