I've been thinking about all the things that feel just like falling in love. The things that really fulfill me in ways that no one person ever will or should. The little boy, holding my finger tightly and twirling in circles around and around. His sweet, innocent smile; My dog, Bailey, when he arches one …
the big oak
Yesterday, I climbed the big oak behind the old red barn just high enough where the robin waits with open arms. But I'm restless, more like a feather in the wind that can't fight the breeze. Instead of being sturdy like this tree. I am just a simple loner climbing away from my own shattered …
Simplistic. Basic. Simplistic words, basic emotions. I make things harder somehow...taking on the thinking that all must be good to have value. This is complicated and not so very simple is it? There is a weighty, fine line between selfishness and being devoid of self. I am not inherently good, am I? I am selfish. This …
sometime in the future
I am watching you sleep. After all these years, it is still my favorite part of you. The way you are so peaceful and dreaming. In a while, you will wake and tell me about some fantastic landscape you just visited or a great story you must write immediately. I can still see your young …
pockets of little boys
The little boy pushed himself upright. He knew the leaves were wet because he could feel the damp on the back of his shorts. He glanced quickly to the painful places. When he saw the blood first on his knee then second on his elbow, he gathered his legs against his chest and began to …
Dixie's Road Trip 