
Filled with potential
Vibrant, manic energy
Another Monday
I hope your Monday launches you into an amazing week.
poetry, prose, and photography

Filled with potential
Vibrant, manic energy
Another Monday
I hope your Monday launches you into an amazing week.
Calling oneself a poet
So boldly hubristic
Arrogant and empty
Of dignified reserve

Ancient words now sung
Prayers chanted, incense rising
Candlelit stone walls
So many memories within cathedral walls. Chanted prayer always makes my heart soar. Gently, though, like a bird on the wing. Not garish as a jet.
​A cold, dark morning
Covers provide resistance
Though I must rise now

This riotous life
A Cacophony of vim
Joyousness of youth

I find this new love
With manual typewriters
Deeply endearing
Awoke to rains rage
Where I’d resist the outdoors
I’m safe on my couch
I’m a product of Seattle. So much time in the rain, it defines me. I remember a moment, so many years ago, sitting in my apartment, looking out over Seattle with coffee and a good book. With nowhere I needed to go, nor be, I sat in the window bay watching the rain splatter upon the glass, gravity writing it’s magic.