Embers & Ashes. Echoes of beauty, power, and pain. Pain for the moments of fleeting pleasure. Always a balancing act. Of memories. Some we cover ourselves with, like a blanket of velvet, others we toss away like moldy leftovers. Power for the choices we make, roads travelled, streams navigated. At close of day, is the… Continue reading Fire


One year come. One year gone. Filled with moments of desperation, quiet contemplation, and doubt. Glimpses of joys to come, battles hard won, and gratitude. One year come. One year gone. Resolutions made. Promises broken. Dissolved like castles of sand under the creeping tide. New castles are built. With twigs, leaves and rocks. These last,… Continue reading O.Y.


Shoes. The oldest storyteller. How far have they gone? What roads have they travelled? How many miles have they seen? Dusty and sore, blissfully resting. Worried and impatient. Rushing! Running! Sprinting! Slow and languid, soaking up the feeling of every crack. Stone. Blade of grass. Scuffed. Dirty. Tattered. Sleek. Polished. New. Assumptions made by the… Continue reading Chaussures

Paris metro

Life is complex, and yet, not so complex. Life is mysterious, and yet, more mysteries desire to be solved. Life is beautiful, and yet, ruthless, untamed as fire. Life, in its simplest form, pure and unadulterated, stripped down to the first layer, Pulling rags away from the mummy’s skin. Life. A babbling brook or raging… Continue reading Paris metro

In hopes of being True

Honest. Honesty. Honestly, what does truth mean? If yours is yours and mine is mine, how can we understand what's mine is yours and yours is mine? Your truth could be scary. Different. Ordinary. Mine may be strange. Extreme. Unchanged. Her truth could be singular. Expansive. Coarse. His truth may be selfish. Minuscule. Forced. Truth is… Continue reading In hopes of being True


I could start out this piece with a witty turn of phrase or a deep philosophical sentence. Truth is, I like to throw a lot of big words around for the mere sake of taking up space and turning a simple point into an exhaustive one, but isn't that what writers do? We like to… Continue reading Forgive


I and love and you.  Three singular words, apart nothing, but together meaningful. I becomes you. You becomes me. Love becomes the bridge connecting two. Apart nothing, but together meaningful. I love you. In the morning before coffee; sleep riddled eyes and slow, languid stretches. Silently staring into the ether. What thoughts are you pondering?… Continue reading Words

Paper Faces on Parade

I saw well why the gods do not speak to us openly, nor let us answer. Till the word can be dug out of us, why should they hear the babble that we think we mean? How can they meet us face to face till we have faces? - C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces One… Continue reading Paper Faces on Parade


Change is inevitable. It is the natural process of life. Flowers bloom in the spring after months of harsh, biting cold. Seeds are planted in the ground and watered with diligent care to become nourishing, life-giving food. An oak tree rises up from a tiny acorn thought abandoned in the forest, but now stands tall and regal.


Water flows down from highest peaks, Cold as snowflakes on the tongue. Swift as night in winter. Fire leaps from tree to tree, As if by magic. Hot as July in a Tennessee summer. Harsh as a word from a bitter soul. Earth shifts and moves though unseen, Yet immovable and still. Pungent as mushrooms… Continue reading Elemental