archives, wisdom Grief Is the Salve: Season of the Fallen Flowers. When we sit with our grief, it creates a canopy of leaves under which we can cry. Our fear is that the grief will overpower us and we’ll drown in our tears. Continue Reading
archives, fiction Another Rainy Dawn. {fiction} A small sunflower was blooming despite the constant rainy days. There was only one... it grew unaccompanied, but with conviction and certainty. Continue Reading
archives, poetry Doe Eyes. {spoken word poetry} Doe eyes aren’t innocent, they’re pain and enlarged by sadness, so please stand back since you can’t hold me as tight as I’d like. Continue Reading