• Nowhere

    Nowhere is where I belong.  Certainly not in this druxy union- This dilapidated foundation.  Lies and false hopes and secrets kept tight in a secure safe.  Ignorant promises that fade like the day does to night.  Ideas surrounding ideas with no action, leaving no goal to pursue. Comfort isn’t surrendered, but worshipped.  Lost in a state…

  • The Narrator

    If I don’t write I’ll die But I write because I won’t die Let me explain: There was a woman named Late. Who was never on time for anything. She wished for something she already had and if she took it, she would wish it to go away. She was a piner who loved attention…

  • Stirred

    My circumstances tried to drown me today. Like a rip current, my misery pulled me into the torrent of my own self pity and I was left with a rage like no other I’ve ever felt. I was making a spectacle there on the battleground of my heart, pressing charges against my life’s trials and…

  • Sprout

    Don’t think this journey to joy is going to be taken lightly or that it will be refreshing, like an Indian summer breeze whipping across a field of tall yellowing grass or flowers delivered by surprise with a vague note and a hint of something grand. But the journey of joy is a poured-out widow…

  • The First 30 Minutes of Church

    I sing “Christ is enough for me” but I don’t actually always live in that truth because I lack faith… and am constantly trying to come up with solutions for myself that make what I feel I am missing, “enough.”  If I look at it coldly, I don’t believe He is enough for me.  “My…