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Every single piece of our life whether it be good, or bad, or seemingly indifferent, maybe walking, riding, carrying, feeling, deciding,...

I’ve watched as the morning breaks so elaborately over my simple life, I’ve breathed the air that fills my lungs without a thought, I can...

Standing up, you see more things than when you’re sitting down. Obvious statement. Walk and you see more smiling faces, chances are...

The killdeer patrols his home, from wetness where there may be some life giving food, to the dry and dusty road beds, or in the weeds and...

There are others you have loved before me. You are not the only one that I watched, knowing it was for always. There has been loss on...

“He seems so young” you thought, while reading my soliloquy’s as they fairly well kept from the page. “But he is young”, she says to...

“We’ve gotta go, gotta go” she yelled, “Where we going, where we going?“ She yelled back at her, in squawks of total confusion. “Well...

When you raise yourself from your bed, from the brief hours you can put down into sleep, and know with all your heart that the morning is...

All around you, the feelings of yesterday are brought to the forefront, in pieces of mountains cut by streams, in taller than ever trees,...

Bring me to the edge of the woods and walk with me in the rain-soaked morning, as alone we can gather to seek one another, and bring the...

It all makes sense when the day of the week is noted when looking at something. “What a beautiful baby” someone says in a moment of...

Seen with light so far away, Looking out from this earth, And finding this beautiful remanence, Looking back and seeing one, Who can feel...

Romance and desire, such a thin line Falls between right and wrong No fence sitters here, either is the call With penalties built in to...

The beat of the earth is like the beat of the heart, it hammers so quietly it cannot be heard, but it’s pounding is deep enough to shake...

It is not within my soul, To find a vengeful wrath, To seek a painful end From a painful beginning. There is no reward in revenge, No...

Spare the roots, and clean around them, making sure each one can grow, in its own twisted turns, trying its best, then pushing into the...

It lies within the things we think about, and the things we see and the things we deal with daily. Can you find the imperfection and...

Just Thursday. The day following Wednesday and the day before Friday. A little more than half the week, the working week, the moments...

She sat there in that chair, her hair pulled round her head in a circle, with little pulls of blond and gray, traces of black and brown,...

She looked out the window, seeing her future there, across the gardens path; the heat of the summer, plying at her skin and hair, but the...