Sitting in darkness
Dreams crowding my awareness
My germs arguing
Yeah, I’m feeling germs creeping up. Coughing. Sigh.
Hopefully, a good night’s rest will reset me.
poetry, prose, and photography
The darkness waning
Hints of blue sky beckoning
This day, beginning

Springtime bursting through
Life coming forth boisterously
Sunlight upon dust

Something I’ve wondred.
Why do villains always laugh?
A puzzling thing
We often struggle
To be someone notable
And not be ourselves
First: unload my mind
Next: shape them into beauty
Editing’s anguish
Sitting in the dark
Reflecting upon this day
Springtime and pollen


Gifts given with grace
Seeking to bestow our love
Filling both our hearts