Freedom

Freedom to fall or fly in crystalline high My soul sighs in absence of a binding alibi I transgress in … More

Shell Dreams

She gathers her dreams enthralled with the treasures they are and should be. Each thought as special and unique with … More

I am no mystery. I worry too much. Sleep too little. I argue too loudly. I praise profusely. I hide … More

I wear a compass on my wrist, an anchor on my ankle but still cannot comprehend which direction I belong. … More

As much as I need to sit and write and empty my head and heart of many emotions, I am … More

Silken skeins of dreams caress our topography A map of lost fantasy

The clouds are the mistresses of the mountains, the sinful saints of the sea. Collecting secrets and projecting mysteries. I … More

I don’t know where to go from here. Hell, I’m not even sure where I’ve been. The words chase me … More

The benches are always worn and splintered. The view is always different, but the same. Water laps upon shores, whispering … More

I have escape routes planned to the far reaches of the earth, or possibly just to Chicago. I will go … More