My nest is rust, it’s sand and dust it’s windblown emptiness, the sage of rheumy eyes. “I’m home again” it’s age of eggs, a yolk turned green. it’s smell, it’s […]
Oh yes.. here is a damn fine poet looking for a musician for their lyrics.
2 years, mental illness, bucketlist
Meditations from the Midwest
Exploring writing and the creative randomness of life. Snapshots of moments.
Random observations about writing, photography, travel, and life
Writer of children's literature, short stories and poetry