Inspirational

In the City "Ma'am," someone said over my shoulder. It was far enough away that I thought it might be directed…

Visions in the Sweat Lodge The steam and the heat coming from the stones take you to a deeper layer of…

Seeing the Light A lampshade painted by an artist friend   Shows a country road with a slight bend   Heading…

Why They Call Him a Copycat Every once in a while you see these articles explaining where certain phrases come…

Got Anxiety? This is for all you mombies out there: A typical Saturday morning in the Parker household. You…

Alliteration is My Friend I keep my rhythm strict in time,  I make sure that my endings rhyme.  I write about…

Multitudes (for Anaïs and Marina)  One should start with your eyes  when describing you.  Jeweled pools for…

Don’t Pity Me Don’t pity me  With my chronic  disease.  But pity those  who only have  rags for clothes…

A Bird's Eye View The birds have got it wrong Marking the start of spring In the middle of winter With…

Rock and Roll Suicide At last, he took flight In the summer sunlight From the roof of the Hilton Hotel. No…