Love has to be the most easiest thing to get into. And the hardest thing to fall out of. Takes years to trick the heart that this feeling is real and deserving and necessary. In a world of independent women … Continue reading
This was to be a poem, yet is not. My dear kindred set me up with a topic. I am taking it and running. I suppose that we all, us humans, have or have had times when we were unraveled. … Continue reading
It is the lyre of an ilk, which has kept me here Cupid has privileged my pen sharpened arrows inked, stain across paper soft materials shades of bugs and visitors lovers who I have yet to meet perched on grassy … Continue reading
This past weekend has been a heavy one for me…First the passing of Whitney Houston, then, the news from my father that I was not ready to hear. Whitney Houston was music that I grew up on. Her voice was … Continue reading
Twenty-One (for EHFH).